Hate

So I saw them
Can’t say they were sad
There was nothing to be glad
But there wasn’t either regret

All dressed in rags
And approaching instead
Looked from above
like stolen wings of a dove

They needed proofs
´cause they were angry
They needed some feed
They needed you to speak

So feed them alright
Feed with lies
And they will be gone
They’ll be gone ‘till the next proof is required on

What do I see
Smiling eyes on me
What do I say
Drift away

This is the way i feel my hate
This is the way i feel my hate
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Low Division