The killer woke
The killer begin to walk
The killer had his drink
One cup of cold milk
The killer learned to see
The killer decided how it's going to be.
The killer hates to love.
The killer is now alive.

His face cold as rock,
His lips never talk,
His eyes go deeper than you think,
Ones you're inside you sink.
His gun was aimed at me,
His finger pooled one two Three.
His killer hate to love,
Made me stay alive.


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