Slipknot9 - Killers Are Quiet


Cycle of life and death supposedly 
goes 'round and 'round yet it stops with me 
Glorious hunter of my faith I have sinned 
Killers are quiet like the the breath of the wind 

Filling the shadows with forms of my own 
Raised by kindred of Get I was born 
Abomination world in disarray 
Killers are quiet when they seek the vitae 

Reflection beckons a portal shard 
Spiritual quest I must stay on guard 
Stepping sideways between worlds I shift 
Killers are quiet when they are born with the gift 

Beautiful anguish cast out by my race
Now one thats ageless I save my own face
I write my own laws with death I break bread
Killers are quiet when they come from my head

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