Murder Death Kill

“Yeah… Um, my name is Emilia Sparks. I’m not going to say I had a rough upbringing, cause I didn’t. I’m not going to say I was tormented as a child, because I wasn’t. The truth is… The truth is I was just bored, you know. I was just fed. I was fed up with the… life, you know? It’s like this meaningless existence. It’s this, it’s like a never ending cycle of failure and discomfort. It’s like pointless, you know. These discussions, these compliments, this fake laughter, it’s a *laughs*It’s… You know, I was at the end of the line. I already pled guilty… You know. *sighs* Killing someone is difficult, lying about it afterward is the easy part.”
Listen love what to do, sadomasochistic hue
I convey point of view, I can feel you thinking too
Holding bible raising hand, truth be told I loved that man
Bleeding heart, smoking gun, easy rider, midnight run
I, I, I, I fall to loving you
I, I, I, I fall to loving you
I, I, I, I fall to loving you
And now its, murder, death, kill
Murder, Death, Kill
Your weapon, pick your crime, I prefer the sands of time
Aging hands with hour glass, unpredictable, run fast
What was comfort, now is pain, shower coats the piercing rain
May your garden be your shrine, rest is pieces heaven lies
I, I, I, I fall to loving you
I, I, I, I fall to loving you
I, I, I, I fall to loving you
And now its, murder, death, kill
Murder, Death, Kill
From Bourbon to Bexhill, it's murder, death, kill
The Earth is like a ferris wheel, we all just sit still
Satan's drill, oil spilled all into my gills
What a world, what a world we leave for children to rebuild
But that's another time, another project, another budget, another rhyme
Another purpose, another circus, another clown car, another mind
On the other line, I heard a voice that cried as if I hurt her soul
The decision cut across my throat between my ears was surgical
From 90 degrees vertical to a 180 flatline
From all these and those I just wish I could take back that time
You know the one, where you did the thing, and you know you shouldn't of done that
The pain was like a boomerang that karma always brung back
A woman scorned is a page torn, a bridge burned, et cetera
A picture's worth a thousand words so welcome to the cinema
In the words of Rex Mills, "the cemetery of love is filled with murder, death, kill.”
I, I, I, I fall to loving you
I, I, I, I fall to loving you
I, I, I, I fall to loving you
And now its, murder, death, kill
Murder, Death, Kill
I, I, I, I fall to loving you
I, I, I, I fall to loving you
I, I, I, I fall to loving you
And now its, murder, death, kill
Murder, Death, Kill