Dark Brusels cold wind, nothing to do except crusing.
Black & white vision, black & white mind, black & white lives for grey people blind.
The burden of life is whishtling in their souls, telling them the price of human life.
Francis, what a sweet little name, sweet as the eyes of a bitch in pain.
Sweet was you mama too now she's dead, just a memory in your wasted brain.
Francis, something's inside ya. Violence ou your mind but nothing on your face.
Night like the day, night like the day you've got a devil to pay.
You've got a devil to pay !
And he's walking to ya a very cool way; you think about everything except he's ready to slay.
Women, women you better beware. Gonna Gonna be next there's murder in the air.
He doesn't need to rape them, he doesn't even hate them, to be on the alert once again once again.
Francis, you've got a killer inside ya...
" I'm gonna kill her, I'm gonna kill her..."
You've got a killer inside ya !
No wayyyyy !
Francis was a psycho psycho killer he looked like a model guy.
It's not a fucking American movie, the end is tragic.
Always looking for a new sensation, looking for a new sensation. And there's no exception.
Francis, time has come for ya to deliver up your soul. For all the women who're still alive...
Francis... Stop.
