Stone cold killer

When every dream we ever had, flushes away.
And every standard we lived by, Fades.
If the once we love are in danger.
If everything we believed in turns out to be a lie.
And every tear seems to be a smile.
If the key back to your world seem to be lost.
And the lock on your hear is locked.
If your mind becomes a stone cold killer.
You use what ever you can with out a meaning.
And blood becomes a thrill.
You do every thing you can to kill your feeling.


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