It is just you and me A building rivalry A test for all to see So if you want it come and get it Now that you are so close The thing you need the most
t show I still need you Deeply, madly Pressed on pale flesh, smell the sweat and the death As your hungry eyes just eat me alive You lips are a coffin killing
Love like a riot Love like a riot Love like a riot Love like a riot Whoo! I've got no plans for the idiots excess Your mind grieves but our hearts say
If you came to fall in love baby You're outta luck Cause everybody here just came to get What!? We came to get what We came to get... Go on didn't take
love I can't compete I'm a fashion disaster You better be dressed to kill You better be dressed to kill You better be dressed to kill You better be dressed to kill
I was walking ugliness With pride down the hall Past kings and critics Passed the eyes behind the wall And there's a home in this heart, There's a war
I saw you as you walked away On a broken road to yesterday And it's not for you, It's not for you A broken heart a picture frame It's a hopeless hand
down now We got nothing to lose, Away we go! Away we go! Come undone have some fun We'll go dig up the dead Can't take the time to kill the strangers
I have always been in the confines of your heart Shackled to the bloody walls as germs pick me apart Few will understand less will even know I've traveled
She walked along, Traced the ocean to the sky Undertow took control Now she's leaving with the tide And it is days away the memories she sold They all
I tried so hard (Repeat) Am I the one who can't let go, Shackled here to my reasons If this is left undone I cannot grow, I've come so far from believing
in the darkest regions, embrace your decisions, inthe darkest regions of hell. self killing ritual, set the bottle upon the table, cosmetic ignorance, kill the pain. killer
Killer of the soul... satanic ritual set the corpse upon the table, cosmetic religion, hide your horns, if you are able. Killer of the animal, only a
it on Lossen up Cos you're really gonna wipe 'em out Dressed to kill, she wanna play with you Watch your step, she's gonna run you through Dressed to kill
One fine day I started writing home One finds It's so hard To make it It's gotta be the right time It's gotta be the right kind line It's gotta be the
burn a hole in your back A footstep behind you; he lunges prepared for attack Scream for mercy - he laughs as he's watching you bleed Killer behind
I`m burning in flames with fire inside You lit me I`m burning Can`t tame that beast inside... The smell of burning gasoline KILLING flames are licking
the pipeyard nothing is the same Chances are slim you`ll live another day HORRIFYING pictures from inside no longer images but brought to life Pipeyard Killings