Cripple Bastards - Being Ripped Off Lyrics

A filthy presence obstructing my veins,
the fanatic exaltation of a negative feeling.

I love to hate, I hate your love.
...and I can't feel affection for people like you.

Consumed verbal roads, projected through our dead lands,
your thoughts - drowned in my tears. A sad premonition.

I love to hate, I hate your love.
...and I can't feel affection for people like you.

Your love is opportunistic, precarious, untruthful.
My hate is stable, irrepressible, aggressive.

I love to hate, I hate your love.
...and I can't feel affection for people like you.