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I AM HATE
I am hate steps beyond insane
I live just to bring you pain
Condemned the world will know my wrath
Unleashed as corpses line the path
Drink hate like the air you used to breathe
Buried in the ground beneath my feet
The basement where they woke up just to die
They all scream but no one hears their cries
Soulless they all live the same
Lifeless in death it has no name
Father taught me not to care
I learned become the hate you share
Headlines read they're getting close to me
No chance with my families history
No way that I will ever be caught
They'll try but they know I'll never stop
Soulless I crawl from the space
The graveyard that someday they'll find
Beneath the floorboards where they lay
These corpses I left behind
Solace in just knowing who I am
My family through me they will live again
So proud with each kill I praise thy name
My Grandfather buried his victims, alive like his father before
My Great Great Grandfather kept body parts of his victims like souvenirs
My Father would bind and torture, while my Uncle dismembered his toys
But I am a remove your flesh while you scream, wear your skin like a suit type of boy
Gods will its not fate that I AM HATE
I live just to bring you pain
Condemned the world will know my wrath
Unleashed as corpses line the path
Drink hate like the air you used to breathe
Buried in the ground beneath my feet
The basement where they woke up just to die
They all scream but no one hears their cries
Soulless they all live the same
Lifeless in death it has no name
Father taught me not to care
I learned become the hate you share
Headlines read they're getting close to me
No chance with my families history
No way that I will ever be caught
They'll try but they know I'll never stop
Soulless I crawl from the space
The graveyard that someday they'll find
Beneath the floorboards where they lay
These corpses I left behind
Solace in just knowing who I am
My family through me they will live again
So proud with each kill I praise thy name
My Grandfather buried his victims, alive like his father before
My Great Great Grandfather kept body parts of his victims like souvenirs
My Father would bind and torture, while my Uncle dismembered his toys
But I am a remove your flesh while you scream, wear your skin like a suit type of boy
Gods will its not fate that I AM HATE
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