It's been a few years since you left me, and I think I'm coping well
I've really picked myself up, and everything is swell
But even now, there's moments when I think of me and you
Cause when you were still with me, I knew exactly what to do
I keep a knife inside my heart to remind me of you
And when I'm feeling kinda sad, I take it out and run and shout
And I kill, yes, I kill. Let you ride in my pocket to soak up the thrill
While I kill. Yes, I kill. And you're there with me all the while helping me spill all the blood
All the blood, all the blood, all the blood
Oh, I can't help but kill.. without you!