Not caring about those you hate
For me to die before you
Only my own feelings are hard enough
If you’re the victim I’m the executioner
For me to die before you
I leap straight toward the conclusion
If you’re the victim I’m the executioner
My distant interior: the heart of me
I leap straight toward the conclusion
And give all of you fuck all
My distant interior: the heart of me
It is hatred that is smooth.
And give all of you fuck all
Only my own feelings are hard enough
It is hatred that is smooth.
Not caring about those you hate