Ways Of Inspiration - The Killer | Текст песни

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• Ways Of Inspiration
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He is sharpening his knife
With his blood-red hands
He is watching you, he demands you
And he wants to kill you

There will be a slaughter
He will cut you like a pig
He will rip your belly, and eat your bowels
Because he is sick

And he is already coming for you
You should be afraid
You should run away
But whatever, he will find you

He’s watching
He’s waiting
He’s sharpening
He’s coming to you

Don’t look outside the door
He is waiting before you coming home
Don’t play with him, don’t fuck with him
He’ll cut you like you never dream

Hell cut you like you never dream
Hell cut you like you never dream

He’s ugly, he’s disgusting
He’s horrible, he’s mad
And I don’t know what the shit in his head

He killed his wife and his children
And he wants blood
He wants to cut and kill
And you are the next victim

And there is no place to hide
Because he’ll find you
He will find and hack you
And I want to warn you

He’s watching
He’s waiting
He’s sharpening
He’s coming to you

Don’t look outside the door
He is waiting before you coming home
Don’t play with him, don’t fuck with him
He’ll cut you like you never dream

Hell cut you like you never dream
Hell cut you like you never dream

My congratulations if you are still alive
If you can still breath
And you can still walk

Pain
Suffering
Rage
Anger

Pain
Suffering
Rage
Anger

He’s watching
He’s waiting
He’s sharpening
He’s coming to you

Don’t look outside the door
He is waiting before you coming home
Don’t play with him, don’t fuck with him
He’ll cut you like you never dream

Hell cut you like you never dream
Hell cut you like you never dream