Kill Kill Kill

By Club 8

On Above the City

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Falling, falling...

I always cared for those who kill

Now throw another life into this fire

The wondrous smell, the sensual touch

You lick your fingers and enjoy the sight

To me all your sacred lies seem right

If ever questions should arise

You friendly sigh and look into their eyes

It's natural it's a fight, it's right

The voices from the other side

God, I hope they very soon grow quiet

Don't let the kids disturb their minds

You may rest, they're safely out of sight

It's natural it's a fight, it's right

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