14 April 2012
My eyes watch the clock tick til my scars heal, Smoking pistol silks with blood the moment feels surreal, Springing out the shadow whilst his thoughts were other place, Three shell casings hit the floor before he turned his face,
I mourn for those whose lives I steal and families I crush, I deliver souls to their ashes in the icy night hush, With spirit damned and guilt accepted, I perish better men, Love looks at me with eyes of a stranger, that's why i'll kill again
Living to Kill • Opuss № I