You are the thing that’s killing me Hungry for unworthy You are the undeserving No honor, no valor No fucking gratitude You are the wrong that I must right You're poisonous Now I’m here to bury thee The Devil is in the details

An addiction to murdering Temptation to kill again The sensation comes over me I can't stop killing You tried to stop me Dead before you started Put me away Before I put another In the grave

Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed Everywhere I look a killing spree All the things they wanted me to be Is all the things that I turned out to be Is everything that I like, like, like, like Everybody looking for the meaning of life thru a cell phone

Now, one day I started telling everyone that "Killing Is My Business..." And I was hung like a martyr For "Looking Down the Cross" my "Skull Beneath the Skin" Prophesied "Last Rites/Loved to Death" my friends Then I started seeing "Bad Omens" in my head

(What about us) Did you ever stop to notice Is there a time What about sunrise What about rain What about all the things that you said We were to gain What about killing fields

Somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail Bouncing over a white cloud, killing the blues Leaves were falling, just like embers In colors red and gold, they set us on fire Burning just like a moonbeam in our eyes Now I am guilty of

You'll understand why God made A couple guys in first class on a flight From new York to Los Angeles, Kinda making small talk killing time, Flirting with the flight attendants, Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma, Just a bunch of square

Girl, I guess I should have known Dancing on my bed to a Fugee song Just killing me softly You left me laying here with my eyes closed Stole my heart with a kiss right under my nose But you ransacked my drawers, cluttered up my floors And made a mess of

And we're living here in Allentown Well we're living here in Allentown And they're closing all the factories down Out in Bethlehem they're killing time Filling out forms Standing in line Well our fathers fought the Second World War Spent their weekends

Righteous and the wicked Are the war and peace The righteous and the wicked War and peace The killing fist of the human beast P.O.P., prodigies of peace Hear me when I'm calling you From my knees I can't rest in war