When sorry, one just wants to kill,
Anger, silence forged my will,
For terminating killings of,
Victims of,
Feelings of,
Regret

I am very skilled,
At terminating at my will,
Those who tend to overstay,
They stain my sole with dark decay,

I murder my unwelcomed thoughts,
Assassinating vile plots,
Of sorrow
I just want to heal
I shall never stop to kill
My sorrow
Such a victim of
killings of
feelings of,
Regret

I am desperate, ill
I'm the one who should be killed.
Not my feelings, they're so pure,
They might be the very cure,
To the sickness that defines my very being
Revolting, what a dreadful thing
I am
Such a victim of
killings of,
Feelings of,
Regret