of the system tied tight around me The growing confusion and absence of reason Is fuel on the fire that burns my anger Driving me forward in psychotic compulsion Hate
knots of the system tied tight around me. The growing confusion and absence of reason, Is fuel on the fire that burns my anger, driving me forward in psychotic compulsion. Hate
Tulkojums: Miršana augļa. Epidēmija Hate.
Tulkojums: Epidēmija. Ienīst.
I hate you and your kind, burned in me through time. Every facing thing about you I learned to despise. A vision etched in me, you I do not see. Just
