Two speakers perform a lyrical poem that cycles through a refrain about going in for the kill and hoping someone won't let go. The verses ask whether love exists without loss and pair philosophical questions about trust with images of decay, creating tension between yearning for connection and the fear of being abandoned.
Whether we like it or not, they say we can love who we trust, but what is love without loss? Two hearts without cure and devotion, what are feelings without emotions? I'm going in for the kill. I'm doing it for a thrill. I'm hoping you'll understand, and I let go of my hand. I'm going in for the kill. I'm doing it for a thrill. I'm hoping you'll understand, and I let go of my hand. They'll be withered by the sun. Full stops and exclamation marks. My words stumble before I start. How far can you send emotions? Can this bridge cross the ocean? I'm going in for the kill. I'm doing it for a thrill. I'm hoping you'll understand and not let go of my hand. I'm going in for the kill. I'm doing it for a thrill. Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand and not let go of my hand.
I'm going in for the kill. I'm doing it for a thrill. Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand and not let go of my hand.
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