whitechapel
hate creation
Let this be the day that I stop to care and pour my hate upon this world Look me in the eyes, tell me you don't feel the same anymore Look me in my fucking eyes Fuck what you think  I'm so sick of all these people pretending like they don't have a darkness, All they harness is light Where there is love there is hate and all the things that coincide blind Our eyes and take over our minds I am hate you are hated, I've created you've created Now get it through your fucking head, we create hate  Perfection is neglected now it's rough around the edges and the lesson that We've learned; we have neglected ourselves  Cram it down your throat and choke