The Moon puts on its silver face It's silent in this room And everything falls into place Soon the nightflowers will bloom And you are A killer born Yet whispering only And your will Is like a string Shivering slowly And on and on and on and on You push for the world And your mind A killer born 'Cause all are lonely A life is like a photograph Faded by the years And looking through the broken glass Will never still your fears And you are A killer born Yet whispering only And your will Is like a string Shivering slowly And on and on and on and on You push for the world And your mind A killer born 'Cause all are lonely