Draw a line, a thin white line
Around me
Place a dozen roses where I lay
Crimes of passion, no satisfaction
Without the thrill
Who knew you were born to kill?
When I felt rejected
The echoes in my head said, "Keep"
Clouding my perspective
I learned to live in fantasy
You were born to kill
You were born to kill
You were born to kill
Crimes of passion, no satisfaction
Without the thrill
Who knew you were born to kill?
Say the word, the one that hurts again
'Cause only you can bring this to an end
Crimes of passion, no satisfaction
Without the thrill
Who knew you were born to kill?
When I felt rejected
The echoes in my head said, "Keep"
Clouding my perspective
I learned to live in fantasy
You were born to kill
You were born to kill
You were born to kill
Crimes of passion, no satisfaction
Without the thrill
Who knew you were born to kill?
You were born to kill