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In the dark silence the killer sweats

another night by the window

As the neon flashes, above the street

The tense white knuckled grip

The sleek, smooth, cold

Object of love instrument of death

(Chorus)

I’m your angel of death

I’m your killer

Breathe your last breath

I’m your killer

Oh, Killer….Killer

Eye on the sight

The victim is marked

The lover is revealed.

Ever so gently

The trigger is squeezed

Both bodies convulse

One in the throes of death

The other in orgasmic ecstasy

I’m a twisted product of society

Trained in your army to kill

Now a civilian once again free

But my lust for blood won’t be killed

I love to see the look in their eyes

Hear their strained and futile cries

(Repeat Chorus)