Draw a line, a thin white line around me
Place a dozen roses where I lay
Crimes of passion
No satisfaction without the thrill
Who knew you were born to kill

And when I felt rejected
The echoes in my head said keep
Clouding my perspective
I learned to live in fantasy
You were born to kill

You were born to kill
You were born to kill
Crimes of passion
No satisfaction, without a thrill
Who knew you were born to kill

Say the word the one that hurts again
'cuz only you can bring this to an end
Crimes of passion
No satisfaction without the thrill
Who knew you were born to kill

And when I felt rejected
The echoes in my head said keep
Clouding my perspective
I learned to live in fantasy
You were born to kill

You were born to kill
You were born to kill
Crimes of passion
No satisfaction, without the thrill
Who knew you were born to kill