Testo di The Killing Kind

Tell a story about love What lovers find A story of possession Oh, the killing kind He went out guns a-blazing His shirt ragged in the wind I watched him delicately frazzled His lights, they slowly dimmed Not cold at all, it's my daemon talking Feeling so bold, it's my sugar talking This love is fatal, but oh so sublime A love that's killing, this love is the killing kind I have been taken, I have been blind This love is killing, this love is the killing kind Sticky situation I've been here before Butter up that greasy wheel And go singing like a whore You wanna hear about the honey? You wanna hear about the game? When you look into her darkness Baby's got a sense of pain Not cold at all, it's my daemon talking Feeling so bold, it's my sugar talking This love is fatal, but oh so sublime A love that's killing, this love is the killing kind I have been taken, I have been blind This love is killing, this love is the killing kind