Take me to the dirt, make me undone
Take me to the wall, line up your guns
Take me to the cross, I am the one
I'm sorry if killing me makes a mess
Leave me in the dirt, end of my run
Leave me at the wall, I know I'm done
Leave me on the cross, I am become
And in the end, I aim to impress
Some things don't die when they're killed
Some things can kill when they're dead
I'm somewhere between the light and the dark
If I can't die, then am I alive?
Hatred; indiscriminate
Everything in my sight must perish
You think I'm sick, you think I'm a monster
You think I'm crazy, but I'm merely free
From the agony of attachment
Some things don't die when they're f*cking killed
WIKKR - NOT ALL THAT DIES IS DEAD Lyrics
WIKKR - NOT ALL THAT DIES IS DEAD Lyrics
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Take me to the dirt, make me undone
Take me to the wall, line up your guns
Take me to the cross, I am the one
I'm sorry if killing me makes a mess
Leave me in the dirt, end of my run
Leave me at the wall, I know I'm done
Leave me on the cross, I am become
And in the end, I aim to impress
Some things don't die when they're killed
Some things can kill when they're dead
I'm somewhere between the light and the dark
If I can't die, then am I alive?
Hatred; indiscriminate
Everything in my sight must perish
You think I'm sick, you think I'm a monster
You think I'm crazy, but I'm merely free
From the agony of attachment
Some things don't die when they're f*cking killed
Take me to the wall, line up your guns
Take me to the cross, I am the one
I'm sorry if killing me makes a mess
Leave me in the dirt, end of my run
Leave me at the wall, I know I'm done
Leave me on the cross, I am become
And in the end, I aim to impress
Some things don't die when they're killed
Some things can kill when they're dead
I'm somewhere between the light and the dark
If I can't die, then am I alive?
Hatred; indiscriminate
Everything in my sight must perish
You think I'm sick, you think I'm a monster
You think I'm crazy, but I'm merely free
From the agony of attachment
Some things don't die when they're f*cking killed
Writer: Sydney DuChaine
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