I don't care what they say
What we've done
Not this time
'Cause people sure got a lot to say
Until they're standing right in front of you

They'll hunt you
Then they'll haunt you
Their anger has them under a spell
Their hatred is like a poison
That makes them feel again

Hear you, I wanna hear you say
I wanna see you beg
Need you
No I don't need you, oh
Not this time

When anger turns to honey
In moments like this I can understand you
Pain is the great connector

They treat you like prey
But you're the hunter
You're the hunter

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Writer(s): Chelsea Joy Wolfe