The Killers My Own Soul's Warning Lyrics Mga Nobela at Kwento

So I put the microphone to my lips and started to sing. Darling, I am poisonous It’s not my attitude I’m talking about My very touch is poisonous Even just a bush of my skin Can have you dropping dead at my feet Oh darling, I’m warning you, warning you Though if you don’t heed it I will not mourn you Cuz I warned you, didn’t I So come up to me Come up if you dare Grab my hand and give it a shake If you don’t want to heed my warning I will not mourn you, darling

I confessed. “Liar!” they all growled. “What are you even waiting for? Go ahead and kill her!” I squeezed out a prayer to the moon goddess, to accept my soul and prepare for impact, but instead I heard their collective words of declaration… “Mate!”

The killer smiled and glanced at the room where the voice came from. "Hehehehehe, soul, soul, more soul..." he stepped towards the room while repeatedly chanting the word. The tip of the sword was pointing below, where blood from his parents was dripping on it. "W-Wait! Stooooop! No! Not my sister! Please not my sister..." He cried. Yman weakly crawled. But the killer did not stop and continued stepping inside the room. "Waaaaaaaaaahhhh! Mother, father, Big broooo! Where are you? I'm afraid, I'm afraid, please, don't leave me..."

He stood up slowly, his eyes cold and detached as he looked down at me. He had never looked at me that way before, almost with disgust. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “Do you want to know what’s in my soul?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m a killer, Hazel. Okay? I know you don’t have money… but I know you have something else.” The way he said it made my blood run cold. I kind of felt where his words were going, where his mind was going, but I didn’t want to take him there.

"You listen to your instructors, stay alert, don’t let anyone talk down to you because of your scent. You're part of us now, so wear it proudly, the Killers MC never falters to oppression.” He turned to Orielle then back to me, "Stay proud because hurting one of us, means hurting all of us and your family would rather see the world burn than watch their own suffer," He said a bit loudly and I could tell it carried a silent threat to the headmistress. I nodded. “Yes, Zeke.” His eyes softened. “And Mia?” “Yeah?” “Let us know if anything feels off. Anything. I don’t care how small it seems.” Something warm and painful swelled in my chest.

"You don't understand. Your soul... it's the purest I have ever seen. For them to do this to you... they're not just punishing you. They're digging their own graves." He looked at me, his eyes wide with horror. "You must escape now! They're trying to rip the soul out of this pack, and they're going to burn us all to the ground."

And from the floor, with blood pooling around my knees and hate burning in my chest, I began to hum that lullaby again. But this time, it wasn’t for comfort. It was a signal. A war song. A curse. Because they tried to destroy me. Tried to bury me. Tried to claim me. But they forgot one thing….. I’m the fucking match. And I’ll burn the whole world if I have to. “Even hell would spit me out.”

I will burn the world for you if that’s what it takes, I will destroy everyone and bring you back to me. And if something happens to me, if I lose my way, if I forget who I am, find me. Bring me back to you. Because even if my mind forgets, my soul never will. There is no world where I do not love you, no version of me that does not belong to you. I don’t know what tomorrow holds. We live in a world of shadows, of betrayal and blood. But there is one truth that will never change. You are mine, and I am yours. Remind me that I am always and will always be yours.

To rear up feelings inside them to my own rich ends. “This is not just a hit,” I said. “This is war. A warning. A message. Nobody touches us and lives. Nobody.” I pointed at them. “Nobody goes home tonight. Not until Dante is dead. Understood?”