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