Being Ripped Off - Cripple Bastards

A filthy presence obstructing my veins

The fanatic exaltation of a negative feeling

I love to hate, I hate your love

…and I can’t feel affection for people like you

Consumed verbal roads, projected through our dead lands

Your thoughts — drowned in my tears.

A sad premonition

I love to hate, I hate your love

…and I can’t feel affection for people like you

Your love is opportunistic, precarious, untruthful

My hate is stable, irrepressible, aggressive

I love to hate, I hate your love

…and I can’t feel affection for people like you