Kill Will
de Thrystan pe Sep.24, 2009, in Poezii
This is my crime,I ‘m not afraid any more
I feared the death , realised life’s a whore
When murder’s a bed where two people embrace
One is killed, other killer, same feeling,same race
No matter name a mother’s there crying son
Around her people, other, see it as cruel fun
When funerals are cheaper than guns we smile
If you kill one it’s tragic, but with hundred it’s style
The clown gets guru over night in murder art
Each stupid fool is king when riding Death’s cart
Commited to it , sworn to kill others for a feel
We trade the souls for numbers, crosses, deal?
Men pull the covers on their eyes like women
Don’t wanna see the blood is boiling in them
It screams it wants and it’s blood, of another
Shut we lay and we’d sleep voiceless, rather
Where is the real human designed to sweet kill?
For food or for women , nowadays for just thrill
I’ll be that something in the eyes, target seeker
The haunting boy that crossed the lines, got deeper
Got soul to scream an honest “yeah ” , so real
Crime is pure,and so bodily , ’cause I am into feel
The liquidation’ll be your hobby as you watch it
Murder temptation is arriving, ‘caus you got bit
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