99 lyrics for "I will kill you"
Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Too many women with too many pills 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill All you women who want a
PlayIt won't be long, we'll meet again Numb, we're broken, here I stand alone Wondering what were the last words I said to you The face of love You've never left me The rising sun Will always speak your name Your memory is never passing
PlayWhat don't kill you makes you stronger And whoever said that time heals everything And everything will be alright? Whoever said it ain't the end of the world Must've never met you I guess whoever said the grass is greener Sure sounds like a lie You can
PlayLove me like there's no tomorrow Hold me in your arms, tell me you mean it This is our last goodbye and very soon it will be over But today just love me like there's no tomorrow You had to kill the conversation You always had the upper hand Got caught in
PlayI have opened my eyes to see to see the world the surrounds me daily I refuse to be led by the majority Can't compromise I and I To pass judgment Judgment will be passed upon you I will stand up for who we are Never moved by condemnation No one is placed
PlayWhat if god doesn't care? And we will burn your cities down We will burn your cities down America is a killing name It doesn't feel or discriminate Life is just a killing field It's all that's left, nothing's real Throw away your disposable past And fall
PlayFirst of all you will eat all the bodies No matter they pray for freedom they'll kill you Forward you crush those going backwards The wolves are now your lords Voracious flames upon the earth Second step you eat all the creation Swallow the trees, the
PlayYour lights are burning bright But nobody's home And now there's nobody home Nothing I can do about it Maybe I won't even try Your will is determined to kill any Reason of mine I see you coming With that look in your eye
PlayIf you don't cut open the stomach The corpse will rise and float The victim is discovered dead Rotting organs bloat The killer chops the body With a scalpel and an ax The parts are then drained And put into the sacks The basement incinerator
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