An unknown woman is in the town, the one with the red suitcase
Everybody says she’s an artist, has come to take some pics
Some kind of work bizarre never seen before
If you ever want to have a glimpse you’ll have to pay
You gonna need to pay
Breath-taking photographs
Have been claimed as the new true art
Panic faces on the wall watching their souls away
All those faces now are left not a trace was to be seen
She walks the darkest streets, its work cannot stop
That morbid urge to watch driving me insane
I think I should meet her soon
Offer myself so I could have a chance
To avoid the suffering way
Finally got a date, she looks pretty, very hot
More than any of those in my own picture book
Pics taken right before were brutally raped and killed
I didn’t expected this don’t know how cant’t untie myself
The faces on the wall looked same as mine right now
A camera with a nice setup
Five rotatory knives that want my guts
You can live as long as you don’t blink
She’s the real Peeping Tom