That’s what killers are made of
They won’t take you to a doctor
to treat your wounded eye.
They don’t give a damn that it’s hurting,
they don’t care if you live or die.
They teach you to aim for the cesspool,
rather than the sky.
They make sure you know you’ll never make the grade.
And that’s what killers are made of,
yeah that’s how killers are made.
Lock up your hurt inside you,
don’t let them see you cry.
Embrace your pain ‘cause it’s all you have,
take it all in stride.
They make take your dignity,
they may take your glass eye,
but they can never see that you’re afraid.
And that’s what killers are made of,
yeah that’s how killers are made.
Let go of your notions of beauty,
get love out of your head.
All that is warm and soft to touch,
soon enough will be dead.
You’ll always be beaten and laughed at.
You’ll always wet the bed.
Your only friend will be a hunting blade.
And that’s what killers are made of,
yeah that’s how killers are made.