The Kill

I am working
 Waiting on a run
 High under water
 Past is yet to come
 I am walking
 Sleeping city lights
 Avoiding a familiar
 Strangers passing by
 And I came in for the happiness
 I came in for the kill
 But I walked out with nothing
 Left to spill
 I am resting
 Weary as I ride
 Loaded full of prayers
 From your empty eyes
 And I came in for the happiness
 I came in for the kill
 But I walked out with nothing
 Left to spill
 I am working
 Waiting on a run
 High under water
 The past has yet to come
 I am walking
 Sleeping city lights
 Avoiding a familiar
 Stranger passing by
 And I came in for the happiness
 I came in for the kill
 But I walked out with nothing
 Left to spill