Kinda Like Murder - Agent 51

Its kinda like murder

It’s kinda like a murder

Only how much does it hurt

I don’t understand this pain

Something’s wrong but I cannot?

I don’t wanna deal with this

Every days a waste

It seems like such a pretty face

I can’t keep the image in

You can’t control what you cannot admit

Depression is all in vein

The pressure is building in my head

There’s no way to bleed myself of this

She drives the vampire blade through my heart

Leave it up to fate and try to kill off thoughts of hate

The voices are creeping in

If I don’t then my minds?

I’m loading the gun again

The pressure is building in my head

There’s no way to bleed myself of this

She drives the vampire blade through my heart

Its kinda like murder

Through my heart

Its kinda like murder

Through my heart