Hate - Andralls

Alone, running with hate

Searching the choices

Sick, desperate

Depression is yours

Alone, running the world

Escaping from lies

The story is old

Is the true hard?

Look at your face

It makes me sick

Words from your mouth

Makes me want to puke

Die, die, die, die

Lie, pain, towards you

Alive in vain, deny the proof