Murder
(Indisponível)
Feel like suicide, salt to the wounds of pain
Pray for a miracle while you're going insane
Carved like a lover's decadent stare
Keep going back to the temptation in the air
Feel like murder murder murder
Feel like murder everywhere
Feel like murder
Wash away His touch, enemy inside
The Lord will come to her, find the reason to justify
Virtue is swollen, the night is spent and done
She's so sure of herself she'll stare into the sun
Feel like murder murder murder
Feel like murder everywhere
Feel like murder
Wake up in the morning take a deep breath
There's no smell of roses, just the scent of death
Life's intoxicating like street confetti red
Can't start believing with those voices in your head
Feel like murder murder murder
Feel like murder everywhere
Feel like murder
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