Текст песни The Kill

Mm-mm I think I might just hate your guts It's not just my intrusive thoughts You bent to fit by every wish I'm nauseous at the thought of it Nobody shoots their prey in the backyard Nobody's hard 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 hard 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