The longer I listen the more I tend to love the shit you say about me cause it's not the shit that you're made of and i guess that i can understand the reasons for your hate i guess i'd also hate myself if i were you, let's put it straight:
your hatred makes me feel so fine cause there's nothing i want more than to insult your bigoted mind be the contrast to the things you stand for
if you want to talk i guess i'll be for throwing bricks but if you want to declare a war i think that i can opt for peace they say it leads to nowhere what's worse i think they're right but i can't refrain from getting pleasure out of being the reason of your sleepless nights...