The Kill (From the Original Motion Picture "Scream 7")

Mm-mm

I think I might just hate your guts

It's not just my intrusive thoughts

You bend to fit my every wish

I'm nauseous at the thought of it

Nobody shoots their prey in the backyard

Nobody's hot for a saint with a pure heart

It's tame, and it's safe, and it's lame, and it's just no fun

Is it me? Is it you? Am I just masochistic?

Kissing my neck, you're so sweet and submissive

Everything's right, so why does it feel so wrong?

Why does good love never hit me quite the same

As the push, the strain, the pull, the pain?

Why does good love never hit me quite the same

As the chase, the thrill, the hunt, the kill?

The chase, the thrill, the hunt, the kill

The kill

Oh-oh

I could break you, I could make you do anything I say

But baby, can't make this feeling go away

Nobody shoots their prey in the backyard

Nobody's hot for a saint with a pure heart

It's tame, and it's safe, and it's lame, and it's just no fun

Is it me? Is it you? Am I just masochistic?

Kissing my neck, you're so sweet and submissive

Everything's right, so why does it feel so wrong?

Why does good love never hit me quite the same

As the push, the strain, the pull, the pain?

Why does good love never hit me quite the same

As the chase, the thrill, the hunt, the kill?

The chase, the thrill, the hunt, the kill

The kill (ah)

Oh-oh

Mm-mm