The Killing Kind Testo

Tell my story about love,
What lovers find.
A story of possession,
Oh, killing kind.
He went out guns a-blazin',
Shot right in to the wind.
I watched him delicately frazzle,
His lights, they slowly dimmed.

Not cold at all, it's my demon talkin'. Feeling so bold, it's my sugar talkin'.
This love is fatal, but oh so sublime.
Love that's killing, this love's the killing kind.
I have been taken, I have been blind.
This love is killing, this love's the killing kind.

Sticky situation,
I been here before.
Burn up that greasy wheel,
And go singing like a whore.
Wanna hear about the honey?
You wanna hear about the game?
When you look in to her darkness,
Baby's got a sense of pain.

Not cold at all, it's my demon talkin'.
Feeling so bold, it's my sugar talkin'.
This love is fatal, but oh so sublime.
Love that's killing, this love's the killing kind.
I have been taken, I have been blind. This love is killing, this love's the killing kind.