Hate

It will never be ok

no, they

violated you

I have to make them pay

something primal, something strong

can't escape

and those who did you wrong

I hunt like prey

and it burns inside

the need to kill - I'm driven by

the crimson tide

meet my demon, meet my Hyde

I was the only one who knew

who held you

the system doesn't hear

nobody will listen to

I will see that they all know

what you felt

and I just hate them so

hate them, I hate

and it burns inside (I burn alive)

the need to kill - I'm driven by

the crimson tide (the falling sky)

meet my demon, meet my Hyde

for the sum of the hurt

and for the hauntings in the night

they suffer this fairly

as they lie in the dirt

begging, pleading for their lives

I cover them slowly