I promised that I wouldn't do it.
It was such a far fetched idea.

I'm sorry I did it so soon.
Your birthday was next week.
You just had the flames in your eyes.
At that moment, so I cried
for a knife and I did it.
It was so soon.
It was noon.
And the sun, it was setting already.
It wasn't right, it wasn't right.

Did you think I was going to hesitate?
I didn't even do a double take, at your face.
No no no, deeper vocals coming from your female r&b.
You had that red hair like your red eyes.

It wasn't right, it wasn't right at all. It was a blood harvest from my soul.
Screaming, loud noises that played. It was the deepening of a soul that would go up and down.

On your skin, a silver blade. Covered your hand, in red.
You weren't dead.
What have I done, it wasn't all fun.
Oh please, count to 3.
I need help.
It really can't be.



Lyrics submitted by slappycider

The Murder song meanings
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