Letras
State the way that leads you blind
Dressed all the way to the nines (oh)
Flowers under false lights
To entertain a short time
I'm a lover not a poet
I'm a puppet on a string
I'm a preacher, but don't let prophecy come and drag you in
It's a lying shame
When you're lying (no, no)
A crude awaken from a dream
I saw the light on silver screens
To walk a mile in where I've been
From what you want to what you need
Kill ... Kill ... With Kindness (oh)
Kill ... Kill ... With Kindness (oh)
Kill ... Kill ... With Kindness (oh)
Kill ... Kill ... With Kindness (oh)
Kill ... Kill ... With Kindness (oh)
Kill ... Kill ... With Kindness (oh)
Kill ... Kill ... With Kindness (oh)
Kill ... Kill ... With Kindness (oh)
Kill ... Kill ... With Kindness (oh, why don't you)
Kill ... Kill ... With Kindness (oh)
Kill ... Kill ... With Kindness (oh, no)
Kill ... Kill ... With Kindness (oh)