Designed to kill
All the time I've watched your gracious pace.
Curling up my throat, choking lace.
The broken stones resemble my heart,
left for dead, left your guard.
Could you tell I've watched you all the time?
Every interrupted confrontation, water to wine.
Music playing, a sensual will.
look into my eyes,
I'm just designed to kill.
Curling up my throat, choking lace.
The broken stones resemble my heart,
left for dead, left your guard.
Could you tell I've watched you all the time?
Every interrupted confrontation, water to wine.
Music playing, a sensual will.
look into my eyes,
I'm just designed to kill.
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| Auteur: Esmé-Claire | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 september 2011 | ||
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