Letra de Hate

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 Are 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