Wings spread wide, my face is innocent and plain.
Though quiet and drawn, my thoughts are far from sane.
With these looks, you'd think I was a harbinger of salvation.
But that's where you're wrong; I bring only destruction.
I was made to seek and destroy, not protect or save.
My actions are sometimes cowardly; the opposite of brave.
But I care not for what you think; For this is what I do.
I'm a killer with nothing but ice-cold blood and wiles not few.
My heart has long since stopped, and as always, I feel no emotion.
I have no clue what people mean when they speak of love or affection.
My spirit is in pieces; my being far from whole.
I am like a body that has never had a soul.
Some say that we all have a bit of light within.
But inside of myself, all I've found is blackness and sin.
Wherever I go, all I bring is death and misery.
But why me? That is the true mystery.
Few of my enemies live after looking me in the eye,
Although sometimes I wonder what it feels like to die.
My soul is heavy and leaden, it could never fly.
I don't deserve to be; I don't even know how to cry.
But perhaps crying isn't something a killer should know.
All I should know is how to bring down my foe.
Destruction is what I am, and it's all I ever bring.
Closure that comes on a silver and ebony wing.
My wings spread wide, and soon after chaos will come.
Even though most know not where their pain came from.
My wings flutter lightly; I'll not be denied.
Enemies of mine; you'd better hide.
Though quiet and drawn, my thoughts are far from sane.
With these looks, you'd think I was a harbinger of salvation.
But that's where you're wrong; I bring only destruction.
I was made to seek and destroy, not protect or save.
My actions are sometimes cowardly; the opposite of brave.
But I care not for what you think; For this is what I do.
I'm a killer with nothing but ice-cold blood and wiles not few.
My heart has long since stopped, and as always, I feel no emotion.
I have no clue what people mean when they speak of love or affection.
My spirit is in pieces; my being far from whole.
I am like a body that has never had a soul.
Some say that we all have a bit of light within.
But inside of myself, all I've found is blackness and sin.
Wherever I go, all I bring is death and misery.
But why me? That is the true mystery.
Few of my enemies live after looking me in the eye,
Although sometimes I wonder what it feels like to die.
My soul is heavy and leaden, it could never fly.
I don't deserve to be; I don't even know how to cry.
But perhaps crying isn't something a killer should know.
All I should know is how to bring down my foe.
Destruction is what I am, and it's all I ever bring.
Closure that comes on a silver and ebony wing.
My wings spread wide, and soon after chaos will come.
Even though most know not where their pain came from.
My wings flutter lightly; I'll not be denied.
Enemies of mine; you'd better hide.