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Passive aggressive, I'll pass on this message
Sown like a seed as I sift through the wreckage
Of lives I've left cold with the lies that I've told
You can't even deny that my skills are impressive

I'll just paint on these faces, and gamble all on aces
Addicted to the danger but I cover all my traces
Never get caught, 'cause the cost is the balance
Cheque signed in blood in payment for my talents

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I'm the killer of your dreams, assassin of your heart
There is romance in the air when I tear them apart
One by one
Limb from limb
Make a crown from their bones
So I look like a king when I sit on my throne

The blood of the covenant
Is thicker than the waters of the womb
The crimson oath
Break it, forever atone
Beg for mercy from the kings
As we sit on our thrones

Orchestrate and manipulate, that's key to my method
If I see something I want, best believe me I'll get it
I'll get inside
Infiltrate
Like the horse and the Trojans
I'm like Cupid with the bow, but my arrow's poisoned

I'm the killer of your dreams, assassin of your heart
There is romance in the air when I tear them apart
One by one
Limb from limb
Make a crown from their bones
So I look like a king when I sit on my throne

This is, the principle not just for the thrill
You'll be the first one that I catch but you're the last one I'll kill
I've got twenty-two names and I will get every one
I will send a message so you know what I've done

What I've done
Twenty-two names and I will get every one

I'll just paint on these faces, and gamble all on aces
Addicted to the danger but I cover all my traces
Never get caught, 'cause the cost is the balance
Cheque signed in blood in payment for my talents

You made a deal with the Devil now I own your soul
You cannot replace me, I broke the mold
All the lies, the deceit, fuck the truths that I've told
Who needs a silver tongue, when I've got gold?
I broke the mold
Who needs a silver tongue, when I've got gold?

Passive aggressive, I'll pass on this message
Sown like a seed as I sift through the wreckage

One more prayer, one more penance
I am game for the lashes
What we lose in the fire, we find in the lashes

Writer(s): Lynsey Ian Harvey Jeffs

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