Killing Is For Keeps
They turn me on and let me go,
the floor is soaked in blood.
Remnants of what once was life,
is bathed inside the flood.
Wickedness is overcome,
two wrongs here do make right.
Has the death of one within the day.
keeps alive a house by night.
This is what I'm to forget,
this is when I sleep.
But they'll be back again tonight,
cause killing is for keeps...
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