[Intro]
They whisper my name in cobblestone fog,
Not man, not myth—just London's god.
Threadin’ blades through time and sin,
A symphony of pain… now let’s begin.
[Verse 1]
Born of shadows, baptized in screams,
Raised on nightmares and broken dreams.
A bastard child of sorrow’s womb,
Cradled in chaos, fed by gloom.
Elegance carved into every slice,
A ballet of blood, precision and vice.
I don’t rage—I refine the kill,
With a scalpel’s touch and surgeon’s will.
You fight for honor? I fight for truth,
The ugly, raw pulse beneath your youth.
Every breath you take, I’ve read before,
Each twitch, each thought—part of my lore.
[Hook]
Elegance in red, I move through fright,
A gentleman ghost in the dead of night.
Steel sings soft, the crowd won’t see,
But this art of murder? It’s poetry.
[Verse 2]
Morality’s dead—buried deep in the Thames,
So I painted its grave with the blood of men.
They call me mad? Then madness wins,
A blade in the dark where justice ends.
I don’t need brute, don’t crave applause,
My violence speaks in perfect laws.
Calculated. Cold. Dressed to kill,
No fire, no rage—just flawless will.
Every swing you take? I memorize,
Then dissect the meaning behind your eyes.
I catch, I twist, I make it mine,
Then hand it back—refined design.
[Bridge]
This isn’t vengeance—it’s evolution,
A reckoning wrapped in execution.
Not for glory, not for grace,
But to paint the truth across your face.
[Verse 3]
See the crowd? They cheer your might,
But they’ll remember me by candlelight.
Not as a beast—but as a man,
Who turned despair into a perfect plan.
I walk between pages of history torn,
Where virtue rots and monsters are born.
No prayer, no plea—just silk and blades,
A lesson etched in crimson shades.
[Outro]
Now let them judge, let them fear,
Their pretty ideals end right here.
For I am Jack—the void refined,
A killer dressed in humankind.
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