Worth dying for
Worth killing for
Worth going to hell for
You might say I’ve been working my way up the food chain.
Don’t tell me how to keep composure
It has to be done for a sense of closure
It ain’t over 'til all are hunted down
The bloody mess which is all around
Am I born to kill or to appease?
Am I the cure or am I the disease?
I forgot about all of it
Finally I’ve got rid of it
Unleash hell!
“I try to slow my heart down and breathe the fire out of my lungs. My muscles make promises of the pain yet to come. The night's as hot as hell.”
Am I born to kill or to appease?
Am I the cure or am I the disease?
I forgot about all of it
Finally I’ve got rid of it
Unleash hell!