fallen angel head crashes dead out of control lost
memories staircase twists darker rooms lit with left out
toys after playing men changes toys into tools twisted
playthings on the staircase fools whose weapons
represents the killing game
who taught the killing game
who taught the killing game
awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tapping at the
temple door locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and
nail nowhere to go quiet retraces forcing
light tears then pretend nothing blinds minds closed in
sanctuary closed in sanctuary padded walls not quiet
storms fury burned out killing time
who taught the killing game
time's taught the killing game herself
no i taught the killing game first
passing words distant pain remember trains of thought
collide no one view window pushing faces through sharp
cold glass poke bloody holes exposed
i taught the killing game first
i taught the killing game first
till at last you regret tortured animals wake up time
beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden strange
no stronger feeling tempting motion slows to a
crawl places his weaponry and it's a trap let go the
springs snap shut gazes show sharper teeth giving in to
the jaws of death
i taught the killing game
i taught the killing game first
i taught i taught i taught the game first...first...first...