Blackcentr - Misanthrope текст песни

Is it hatred?
Disposition?
True, reliable... Thwarted!
All my expectations

I think when God,
He may have
This experience... Of Life!
Produces real hatred

You're the reason, a hate for everyone
I'm the martyr and the chosen one
You're the reason to just pull the plug
I'm the one who fights to get it done