I was free,
before we met,
you all tore me apart,
and one girl,
some bruenette,
i want to kill-.
the rest smiled,
like they knew,
that someday we might kill together,
but we only killed for a while.
How do i feel,
ever since i walked away from hell,
i missed killin' for real,
ever day of my life,
how do i feel,
now that it's over,
for the thing that i missed the most,
was torturing you.
It was hell,
for most the while,
every place brought back a memory,
of a scream,
a faded smile,
that one of them gave me.
well i guess,
more and more,
i start to like them
less and less,
it's just hard to let the murdering go-.
Sometimes
you get trapped in a time of your life
but you know it's gets harder over time.
How do i feel,
ever since i walked away from hell,
i missed killing for real,
ever day of my life,
how do i feel,
now that it's over,
for the thing that i missed the most,
was torturing you
how do i feel?
ohhhhhhh....
i hate yall for real.....
And the one thing i miss the most,
is killing you all.....