Killing Smile - Pzychobitch

It’s objective real to me

Like it takes my breath away

I’m keeping temper but beguile

Worst is yet to come — it’s your killing smile

And if i’m walking in the rain

Could I ask you something about your name

Is it fameless, is it known?

Is it now to call?

Or have i to go?

Icy feeling down on me — a nearing flow that I can see

The tight straight up in its' back — gives no chance to be ahead

Killing smile — it’s your killing smile

I see you smiling all around

Could i ask you something about future sound

Is it sexy, is it vile?

Is it on the top?

Or a killing smile?

A broken neck by your own flesh — a killing smile is what you get

The future sounds a force to come — a little chance without forerun

Killing smile — it’s your killing smile

She was walking in rain there

But got no chance to be ahead

Closed the door and removed the wet dress

To lay it on the tv — where IT came out

But the wet dress was no shield

And the smiling ran to become a laughing

Laughing at her!

And it began to smile

And it began to laugh

And she began to understand

It’s a killing smile!

It’s your killing smile that wants to take me high

But i will not reply your ably way to retune