I Could Be a Killer
Soft voice
Soft appetite
I'm hurt
But I'm alright
I'm still chasing echoes
But who is to blame?
So call me a loser
But I could be a killer
Mythical tales are not what I write
Because these colored eyes
Don't want to fight
Now I might fall down
Succumb to your shove
And wondering, I know
That I could be a killer
