Текст песни AMERICAN KILLER - Kunai Chrome

Knife in my hand, What the fuck was I to do?
My life could've been different from that moment through
I could've slit the throat, that's what I didn't do
Nobody knows I would've been a killer as a kid too

American Kid, on the coast where he lived
Two loving parents, & a little great sis
Who loved to laugh, make tunes as a jit
So what made this beautiful boy turn sick?

Maybe it was the fact that he never felt love
Maybe it was the fact that he couldn't feel hugs
Maybe it was just the Devil raising his blood
Or maybe it was all the above

The boy was joyous around company of the world
He was breaking shit, doing shit he couldn't stop
He was restless, stayed awake around the clock
His hate grew bigger inside of his cold heart

He can't remember what rally took him over the edge
Only the physical pain could make cry in his bed
Not nobody dying, not nobody crying
Nobody's real, nobody cared, so why do I care?

Fuck

American Killer.