There's a darkness in his eyes, a twisted kind of crookedness in his smile, a sharpness with which he carries himself and a mesmerizing way in which he voices his thoughts. He's exquisite, truly one of a kind. But even so, why do those eyes look familiar to her? Born to hate and loathe to love Chaos, below and above Born from darkness and from pain Killer on the loose again When you think it's safe and sound Lock your doors and don't come out When you think it's safe to sleep Stay awake but don't you weep Grab your gun and wait and see Who's the killer, you... or me? "Play by the rules, you say? Darling, I make the rules."