Hate Song

Hate
Is what I feel for her
I want you to know
I don't want her dead
Already
Had an execution
My hands were my gun
Yeah I bled

All this pain is real
So bad I cannot feel
More than what she did to me

Hate
Her till the end of time
You know she thinks
I want her dead
Too late
For that pantomime
Blood is smeared
Across my knee

Her pain is for real
It will never heal
All of her children are dead

Hate
Well it burns inside
I didn't kill her
Killed myself instead
Yeah I
Was the executed
Pulled the trigger of my gun
With these words that bled

The pain is still real
Now I start to feel
No-one I would rather be

Me

I'm alive

Not dead

Not

Dead

© 2005, Mosquitobyte