They've killed me
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They've tied my hands with rope
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And now they drag me up the street
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A woman is struggling to kick me in my skull
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If she could she would kill me again
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I can see her teeth shine
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As she kicks at my dirt covered eyes so blind
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Oh mother they hate me so much
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The hatred's real
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And now it's mine
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They sit below me
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Stare up and shout threats at my nakedness
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Their tongues are hanging from out of their mouths
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I hope they don't tear me limb from limb
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So much noise
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So much hatred
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So much violence
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They love me
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Oh they'd kill to have me
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They'd have to kill me
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They're hatred's pure, I am devine
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When you kick me / When you rape me
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When you burn me / When you break me
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When you cut me / I am devine
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Your devine object of hatred
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Show me how you really are
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Show me how you really feel
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Let me know you really care
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Let me know your hatred's real
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I trust you when you hate me
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Abuse me with all your heart
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It's why I'm here
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I'm your devine object of hatred
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You hate me
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I can see that it's real
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You do things to me
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That you never thought you would
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You hurt me
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You'll never know what I feel
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What you bring me
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I never thought you could
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Give me more
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Make me stronger
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High on your poison
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I am devine
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Divine Object Of Hatred
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| Henry Rollins |
