Sample: “Save Your Killing Time”

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LYRICS

“Save Your Killing Time”
It’s savior killing time
But I got no one to sacrifice
Just the same ole’ bump and grind
I left back in Massachusetts

We all have stones
You’re only inhuman
Talk about a crucifixion only Christ would understand

Now here’s the thing
I’m just your murder
I’m not your king
No I’m not your savior
Here for reckoning

You want me to suffer
Manipulative things
I’m just your murder
So get up off of my wings

She said I need a miracle
And I pray everyday
So why don’t you tell me now
What are you gonna do about it?

It’s savior killing time
But I got no one to sacrifice
Just the same ole’ bump and grind
I got here in California

There ain’t no gold
The grass is much greener
When you got a lot of dogs shitting on the world that’s in your hands

Now hear me sing
I’m just your murder
I’m not your king
No I’m not your savior
Here for reckoning

You want me to suffer
Manipulative things
But I’m just your murder
So get up off of my wings

…because I gotta fly

It’s savior killing time
But I got no one to sacrifice
Just the same ole’ bump and grind
Did it please you to beat me?

The limits here
In every song I sing
Before you hang me a cross or finger anyone for anything

Ring-a-ding
I’m just your murder
I’m not your king
No I’m not your savior
Here for reckoning

You want me to suffer
Manipulative things
I’m just your murder
So get up off of my wings

Words and Music by Michael Paul
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