In for a kill

Wild wind blowing trough my hair
I can see it, walking right there
When I aim, before the shot
Waiting, seeking a weak spot
But no one can hurt me now
I will let you see what you've never saw
Hear your heartbeat, watch your blood
Seeing it coming, deap underneath
I feel your pain,
that's what murderer's gain.

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