Kill Kill Kill - Club 8

Floating

Floating

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 would arise

You through this eye, you’ll look into their eyes

It’s not sure if it’s a fight, it’s right.

The voices from the other side

Gotta hope they can absorb their chronic

Don’t let the kids disturb their minds

Killer us, they’re safely out off sight.

It’s not sure if it’s a fight, it’s right.

Uh uh uhhh