Text: Skinny Puppy. Killing Game.

Fallen angel head crashes dead out of control lost memories staircase twists darker
Rooms lit with left out toys after playing men changes toys into tools twisted
Playthings on the staircase fools whose weapons represents the killing game
Who taught the killing game
Who taught the killing game
Awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tapping at the temple door locked inside
Scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go quiet retraces forcing light tears
Then pretend nothing blinds minds closed in sanctuary closed in sanctuary padded
Walls not quiet storms fury burned out killing time
Who taught the killing game
Time's taught the killing game herself
No i taught the killing game first