Disarm

Three, three, three, three

Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you

Ooh, the years burn ooh, the years burn
The burn the burn

I used to be a little boy so old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
I send this smile over to you

Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's lеft alone

Ooh, the years burn ooh, thе years burn
The burn the burn

I used to be a little boy so old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
I send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
I send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you