Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killer, artist - Kristoff Krane. Date of issue: 10.07.2017
Song language: English
Killer |
| Feeling like it’s all or nothing |
| Like I’m up to something |
| Like I’m onto something |
| Like I’m on something |
| Like I’m looking up to something |
| Feeling like I’m onto something |
| Like it’s all or nothing |
| Feeling like I’m on something |
| I only eat what stumbles into my creation |
| Suck blood to the bone to keep it cleansed |
| Who becomes the woven web? |
| And without it / we are nothing |
| All is sacred / no exceptions |
| Laid down by the stream / fell asleep |
| Dreamt of the worlds we projected and collectively agreed |
| She was our first mirror / vertical axis ('Round the fire) |
| Feelings similar / etchings become patterns |
| With a filter and familiar tools to chisel out |
| Worst fears / a remembrance |
| How to use them to build shelters |
| With white sand on endless shores |
| Where nothing is still, until you’re moved to tears |
| Only in your hell am I a killer |
| Only in your hell am I a killer killer |
| Move yourself to be stiller |
| Move yourself to distill it |
| Ouroboric fountains into fountains / cornucopia |
| Nectar of the gods flowing from a scepter wrapped in feathers and fur |
| She stands / dead center in a desert |
| Surrounded by cactus patches / touching heavens undisturbed |
| Blue deer dance free, the outskirts protected |
| By the windigo-con who makes the sweep for loose connections |
| The stench of greed detected from the seed down in the trenches |
| Gets the teeth sharper than pieces of obsidian spears |
| Crows gather cutting noise / eluding grand illusion |
| Euphoria breeds inertia / releasing spirit / serpent |
| Depth perception deepens / sudden eruptions in the underworld |
| As above, as below / silky hair, white buffalo |
| Pack the pipe / willow bark |
| Osseo / say a prayer |
| Disappear, with the smoke |
| Sparkles evervecent |
| Space is awesome / gorgeous |
| Enormous / before us, the next generation awaits |
| Octopus telepathic / her third eye shutters |
| Becoming a portal into what shakes the ocean floor |
| First drum / panoptic lens in all directions |
| The smell of copal transports to distant shores |
| Vines climbed / then cut |
| Prayed over / chopped |
| Mixed in a black pot |
| Jaguars close sight / loaded and locked |
| Took a sip / sit down / couldn’t get up |
| Memories older than dust |
| Felt in the pit of the gut |
| Kept slithering up |
| Tethered to umbilical chord |
| Of golden fabric |
| The passage between madness and magic |
| Messenger manic and vexed |
| Inducing tremors 'till settled into some womb |
| Transforming into a chrysalis |
| Hung inside a cacoon / soaking wet |
| In a circle / looking at the same flame |
| Many angles / one source |
| Watch it dance in different ways |
| We see it dance in different ways |
| Only in your hell am I a killer |
| Only in your hell am I a killer killer |
| Move yourself to be stiller |
| Move yourself to distill it |