Going 4 the Kill

Cannot fight the fever now. Up all night scratching on the wall. See the shadows ten feet tall. Feeling like I'm nothing at all. Feel the itch to feed my demons bleed. Let me throw a switch and grab your keys. We're going for a kill. And I need your head on a bed, So come on and take a whiff. Enjoy your bloody ride. Search your neck and my head, all the lies And spread. Hunt you down for the dread, Watch the flies on your bed. All the leaves we forget, all the lies slip Away. All the blood that shed in this night Of the dead. Going for, for a kill. Cannot fight, fight the fever inside. Feel it creeping up from behind. Hitting hard like Russian bee stings. Feel your blood rushing in veins. Hungry demons take control. They want your life, they want your soul. Feel the itch to feed my demons bleed. Let me throw a switch and grab your keys. We're going for a kill. And I need your head on a bed, So come on and take a whiff. Enjoy your bloody ride. Search your neck and my head, all the lies And I spread. Hunt you down for the dread, Watch the flies on your bed. All the leaves we forget, all the lies slip Away. All the blood that we shed in this Night of the dead. Kill, Kill. Kill, kill.