Run With The Hunted
Exit Strategy
I've waited seven long years to say thisAnd though I've already said it a thousand times beforeOn these pages, and under my breathI can't afford to dress it up in metaphors another secondI. FUCKING. HATE. YOU.When wishing death upon you, doesn't come closeTo the punishment you deserveI'll fantasize justly morbid thoughtsAnd let this hate boil overA life if failure should be shame enough?Cause you can't change minds with a cross and a gunAnd you swore to destroy the very thing that you've becomeIf you want to end terror, take a look in the mirrorStick a knife in your throat, and cut from ear to earI. FUCKING. HATE. YOU.
From Letras Mania