Pray for Us on the Wild Side

My My, Hey Hey

I shouted at the top of my lungs. I was furious. The cops had run me out of my own town.

So what if I lit that house on fire?

What's a couple lives to those pigs anyways?

I slowed my pace and walked on towards the woods. I would have to find a secure place in there for tonight. Tomorrow, I would find a place to stay.

The forest was chilly, the air was thick with fog. I was afraid, but yet...satisfied.

I'm a murderer...