A Perfect Murder - A Perfect Murder Тексты

I watch you quickly destroy.
I watch you slowly bury.
A beauty that we seek to keep.
But mostly impossible to... reach.
Death is the solution.
To kill is your intention.
Death will be yours.
Vicars of pain.
Conveyor of filth.
Spreader of lies.
Now the game is over.
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