An evil look that tells me to fuck off From the one who 'll never treat me soft I start to boil and to concentrate On images of anger and of hate These are the ways I feed my hate These are the lights that burn too late These are the ways I feed my hate These me the lights that burn too late
The mean stupidity of what he says The millions who admire it and they spread And all I wanta feel is just them dead And have to eat the things they did and said These are the ways I feed my hate These are the lights that burn so late These are the ways I feed my hate These are the lights that burn too late Hate Why am I afraid? Afraid
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