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.