Lyrics Being Ripped Off - Cripple Bastards

Being Ripped Off

A filthy presence obstructing my veins
The fanatic exaltation of a negative feeling
I love to hate, I hate your love
…and I can’t feel affection for people like you
Consumed verbal roads, projected through our dead lands
Your thoughts — drowned in my tears.
A sad premonition
I love to hate, I hate your love
…and I can’t feel affection for people like you
Your love is opportunistic, precarious, untruthful
My hate is stable, irrepressible, aggressive
I love to hate, I hate your love
…and I can’t feel affection for people like you