Текст песни Nightcore - Killer

As real as it feels
I'm aware what really goes on here
Cause we're so insecure with ourselves
Why else would we run in these circles
We lose ourselves in these circles
Trying to captivate the eyes of empty souls
It feeds our ambition, it feeds our ammunition

Kill, yeah, for the love of the thrill
Numb our hearts so we can get our fill
I'm not at ease cause I'm blind to what I have
That I need to feed myself sin, oh wretched me

I'm not afraid of failure
I'm scared to death of love
Because it shakes my addiction
I've rested my soul in

Why does it come so easy to some
While I fight and I toil within myself to gain it too

Kill, yeah, for the love of the thrill
Numb our hearts so we can get our fill
I'm not at ease cause I'm blind to what I have
That I need to feed myself sin, oh wretched me

I still don't know what I'm doing here
I know better than to live by fear
Everything means nothing in the grave
These people around are so dead it's killing me
I need to fall in love so it can break me

Kill, yeah, for the love of the thrill
Numb our hearts so we can get our fill
I'm not at ease cause I'm blind to what I have
That I need to feed myself sin, oh wretched me

Oh wretched me