Born to Kill

Meet the father and his loving bride
Count the blessings there’s a million things to hide
Train the martyr
Can you spare the common man?
Feeling anything?
Is everything as planned?
Born to kill and I’m not hearing sounds
Strolling through the avenues with strangers on the town
Give me hope friend
I’ve been reading all the grief
Been through columbines
Poor thinking there to keep
Train the martyr
Can you spare the common man?
Feeling anything?
Is everything as planned?
Born to kill and I’m not hearing sounds
Strolling through the avenues with strangers on the town
(on my way out)