Here comes the Killer Kross No heaven to save your loss The mask goes on, the lights go dim You sold your soul—he’s cashing it in
The pendulum swings for the weak and the brave Killer Kross is the other side of the grave Which direction would you like to refine—wrestling, fiction, or poetry? killer kross
They called him "Killer Kross" behind his back. Not because he had a temper, but because he was too precise. Here comes the Killer Kross No heaven to