The Philosophy of Hatred

How long do you pretend to deny
That your facts are revealing your falseness?
Are you still demanding reminders
With that freaking sign of your madness?

This pain has lasted too long

No lies, no more
Another disgrace in the wall
No way, no lies, no deal
No more

No fear, no more
Watch my eyes, I'll throw you off
No way, no lies, no fear
No more

Here we both stand
To apply the sense
The more I fell
The less you cared
Don't you take revenge
I will do the same
But first let me say that
Every sin you pray
Will lead my way to win

As far as you pretend to acclaim
All that fucking stuff of your prowess
I will deploy my own resources
And strike you again with these verses

This pain is lasting for too long

No deals, no more
Grim Reaper at the Gates of Dawn
No way, no lies, no deal
No more

No way, no more
Your sickness tried to pull me off
No way, no lies, no fear
No more

Here we both stand
To apply the sense
The more we fell
The less you cared
Your cards lie there
You are not the same
As I told you then
Every sin you pray
Leads my way to win

This is not the way it should be
It was not meant the way it has been
Not again

This is not the way it should be
It was not meant the way it has been
Not again, no, no

Here we both stand
To apply the sense
The more you failed
The less I'll care
You chose the rage
The cynism I did
You've confirmed my saying
Every sin you prayed
Led my way to win



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