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