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...