Paperboy

I feel like slaying
I feel like praying

Will this fire light 'em up bodies or candles to preach?
Will this hands get together to shoot a gun or to worship?

It ain't a murder, It ain't a killing
I'm neither slayer
If I'm killing him
He stole something
Your heart was mine and I won't feel it again

I feel like slaying
I feel like praying

You're still ruling my world
Can't deny this feeling anymore
Stop loving you is a dirty sin
You're my religion so I preach

Please, give a sign
To rob you from him
And forgive me if I
Want your hell over the heaven of mine
I know this time I went to far
But regrets aren't even in my mind

Fighting for a love is not a game
Slayer or dead body I don't care
Have to do whatever I have to
But I will never give it up for you

I will reach to you
With roses or the gun
And I'm praying to you
Give me a sign

Slayer, slayer, slayer
Like this for him
Like this for him
Like this for him
Slayer, slayer, slayer
For him, foe him, for him