كلمات Killer

Hate - venerating hate Begs to be repaid And never seems to fade Spite - consummating spite The medicated bile That keeps us on our way with the worms Outside, caught up in this killing tide Open the gates and I get blown away Gone, pride, sold out to this chilling shrine With no way to break the collars of those chains But I can change the sulphur in the vein The pressure in the flame In reverence if I can murder the killer in me Change the mother in the snake The message in the brain In reverence if I can murder the killer in me Burn - I'd love to watch you burn Shed your hot black skin And run from your own flames Waste - a lifetime I could waste While away the days Just dreaming of your face The wrong hand is giving in In times of change The wrong hand is giving in