Killing Kind

You think you are too good,
For what is to come?
Too damn good to fall from grace,
And all you have to do is run.
There you go again today,
Thinking again yourself too damn good.
Here comes the killing kind,
Now take it like you should.

I see you runningso fast again,
Trying to escape your final fate.
You ran from only the lies you built,
And find yourself knocking on my gate.
Desperate you run to me in fear,
Putting me in front and you behind.
Little you realize as I turn around,
That you made me the Killing Kind!