Run With The Hunted - Exit Strategy текст песни

I've waited seven long years to say this
And though I've already said it a thousand times before
On these pages, and under my breath
I can't afford to dress it up in metaphors another second
I. FUCKING. HATE. YOU.

When wishing death upon you, doesn't come close
To the punishment you deserve
I'll fantasize justly morbid thoughts
And let this hate boil over
A life if failure should be shame enough…

Cause you can't change minds with a cross and a gun
And you swore to destroy the very thing that you've become
If you want to end terror, take a look in the mirror
Stick a knife in your throat, and cut from ear to ear
I. FUCKING. HATE. YOU.