I need something or someone to be there for me.
Everyone hates me, not a big secret.
But I hate them all too.
I can’t stand their repulsive exitence close to me.
None understand how I feel it.
None understand that I hate them infinitively times two.
Hatred is your present for me.
You kick me and make fun of me,
but I don’t care ‘ bout your fucking feelings for me.
I don’t feel love…Never.
I need to hate, to feel alive.
Bruises fade, but pain remains forver.
You and I can not remain.
One will have to go.
It’s not gonna be me, I won’t go.
I keep a knife in my hand,
just waiting for the right time.
I just wanna take a life and make it mine.
Your bloddy rife bloodstream is gonna rip apart.
Hatred plus blood equals I.
‘Cause that blood and that life I’m gonna make mine.