I can't accurately describe the feeling of listening to the killing type by amanda palmer like when she says "I wouldn't kill to get you back and I've officially been asked I couldn't kill to save a life I'd rather die a peaceful piece of shit-bait shame-filled coward thanks" and then she says "I once stepped on a dying bird it was a mercy killing I couldn't sleep for a week I kept feeling its breaking bones" but then she says "but I would kill to make you feel I'd kill to move your face an inch I see you staring into space I wanna stick my fist into your mouth and twist your arctic heart" like wow....
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Well.
I was left another present.
“I once stepped on a dying bird
It was a mercy killing
I couldn't sleep for a week
I kept feeling its breaking bones”
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I once stepped on a dying bird
It was a mercy killing
I couldn't sleep for a week
I kept feeling its breaking bones
I've got a picture of your mum
Before the war when she was young
She's got an etching to her right
I think it's funny that she's looking to the left
And it's her son
(This is me at burning man 2012. I was less than a week pregnant. )
I'm not the killing type
I'm not the killing type
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not the killing type, I'm not
And I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else would know
I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else will know
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