Born To Kill
Draw a line, a thin white line around me
Place a dozen roses where I lay
Crimes of passion
No satisfaction without out a thrill
Who knew you were born to kill
And when I felt rejected
The echoes in my head said keep
Clouding my perspective
I learned to live in fantasy
You were born to kill
You were born to kill
You were born to kill
Crimes of passion
No satisfaction, without a thrill
Who knew you were born to kill
Say the word the one that hurts again
Coz only you can bring this too an end
Crimes of passion
No satisfaction without out a thrill
Who knew you were born to kill
And when I felt rejected
The echoes in my head said keep
Clouding my perspective
I learned to live in fantasy
You were born to kill
You were born to kill
You were born to kill
Crimes of passion
No satisfaction, without a thrill
Who knew you were born to kill