One shot.

Come in for a kill,
Come in for a kill.
I'll never be appreciated enough,
I never will.

I stood by the flames,
And here is my jar,
But warmth is
Yet far, yet far.

Come in for a kill,
Come in for a kill.
I never felt. I never will.
And those, who were sane,
Those, who stood by the line,
That's an empty jar...

You are so fine.
And never mine.
Come in for a will,
Creation of luck
And by God's design.

Like glass, you're so still.
Come by,
Veins filling thrill.

Come in

for

a

kill.