Lyrics WIINSTON – kill

I control you
You don’t even speak for yourself
I approach you
In the corner of a cheap motel

I think about it often
I think about killing you
I think about there’s nothing
Nothing that I won’t do for you

I got a knife in my pocket, it’s covered in blood
And it’s yours — it is
And I didn’t know what to do with your corps
So I just left it there
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry Love
You will not live to see the day
So funny so funny so funny so funny so funny enough
I’m smiling about it

I think about it often
I think about about killing you
I think about there’s nothing
Nothing that I won’t do for you

I’m killing you
I’m killing you
I’m killing you

I’m killing you
I’m killing you
I’m killing you

I think about it often
I think about about killing you
I think about there’s nothing
Nothing that I won’t do for you