I see right through your eyes
Piercing through like every lie
You think that you can hide
All the filth you keep inside?
A monster in a body bag
Whispers in the silence
Your voice is always haunting me
Hearing words of violence
Sick sick sick you’re just a narcissist
I see right through your eyes
Piercing through like every lie
You think that you can hide
All the filth you keep inside?
But I will tear you down
Rip you off of your high ground
You think that you can hide
But you’ll never fight the filth inside
You got time to waste
I’ve got time to kill!
You got time to waste
I’ve got time to kill!
Nothing left to hide self-inflicted mutilated
They call it homicide so fucking frustrating
Now you’ll finally see there’s no escaping me
I see right through your eyes
Piercing through like every lie
You think that you can hide
All the filth you keep inside?
But I will tear you down
Rip you off of your high ground
You think that you can hide
But you’ll never fight the filth inside
I’m monster in a body bag
Your voice is always haunting me
You’ve got time to waste
I’ve got time to kill!
Kill! kill! kill!
I see right through your eyes
Piercing through like every lie
You think that you can hide
All the filth you keep inside?
But I will tear you down
Rip you off of your high ground
You think that you can hide
But you’ll never fight the filth inside
A monster in a body bag…
You’ve got time to waste
I’ve got time to kill!
You’ve got time to waste
I’ve got time to kill!
Other lyrics by A Killer's Confession:
Filth
I see right through your eyes Piercing through like every lie You think that you can hide All the filth you keep inside? A monster in a body bag Whispers in the silence …
Greed
Won’t let your greed be the death of me All dressed up in gold so pathetically Sit on a diamond throne, all alone needing sympathy You odd-a know that you’re …
Kill Or Be Killed
All hail the king All hail the king Locked up and put down and pushed out I’ve been cast out and told it’s over now Too dead too done too out of touch But you …
Martyr
Open my eyes, but the world fades to black Watching the wicked slip through the cracks Call out to God, but he’s not calling back Set into motion to watch the …
Purpose
I’m standing before you to ask you a question Your answer decides. What’s my reaction. Slipping through the cracks of failure Sins deeper than the whispers …