The disease of Hatred

September 28, 2008
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She sticks in your hair, her thoughts in your mind
It’s hatred you smell, so acrylic, sick.
It’s hatred you smell, the death of all mankind.
As sharp as a nail, the ideas, they stick.

Her eyes, they fool you, so pretty, so kind.
She acts like a nice girl, a good girl, sweet.
You little fool; you’re under her spell, so blind.
Wake up son; it’s the devil you meet.

The thoughts, they creep, slide, tangle
Inside your head, into your music, your bed
They twist around; dance, but your heart they mangle
Don’t believe it honey, it’s all in your head.

The disease of hatred it killed, it lied.
The disease of hatred burns deep inside.





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