Killing Game

fallen angel head crashes dead out of control lost memories staircase

twists darker rooms lit with left out toys after playing men changes toys

into tools twisted playthings on the staircase fools whose weapons

represents the killing game who taught the killing game who taught the

killing game awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tapping at the temple

door locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go quiet

retraces forcing light tears then pretend nothing blinds minds closed in

sanctuary closed in sanctuary padded walls not quiet storms fury burned out

killing time who taught the killing game time's taught the killing game

herself no i taught the killing game first passing words distant pain

remember trains of thought collide no one view window pushing faces through

sharp cold glass poke bloody holes exposed i taught the killing game first i

taught the killing game first till at last you regret tortured animals wake

up time beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden strange no stronger

feeling tempting motion slows to a crawl places his weaponry and it's a trap

let go the springs snap shut gazes show sharper teeth giving in to the jaws

of death i taught the killing game i taught the killing game first i taught

i taught i taught the game first first first