Hate
Maybe she’s a woman
Maybe she could be real
The sun will keep on moving
And the moon will lift the veil
Her mind is fast and leafing
The force of the assail
She’s lost in the snow
She’s got the strength to move on
She’s tied up in my black box now
She’s the velvet rope around my throat
You know I’m on my way now
To love the red light on my face
Or what can you tell me to hate?
What can you tell me to hate?
The raindrops burning on the dead rock- scape
So can you tell me what to hate?
The essence of mythological rape
And they’re calling out what they hate
Forcing through the golden gates
What is everything that you hate?
Tell me everything that you hate
Is this all that you thought you would hate?
Or do the bodies just remunerate?The bloody bells have awoken
The jack remains unspoken
God’s grip on your lying tongue
Satan saves you from what God’s done
Eternal sleep in my box
You can’t stay steady on the course
Leaning empty in my vault
I’m going to feed your heart to the lost
All the dead things beneath the moss
The bodies underneath, so soft
You’ve taken me, now you’ve lost
She’s lost in the snow
She’s got the strength to move on
She’s tied up in my black box now
She’s the velvet rope around my throat
You know I’m on my way now
To love the red light on my face
Or what can you tell me to hate?
What can you tell me to hate?
The raindrops burning on the dead rock- scape
So can you tell me what to hate?
The essence of mythological rape
And they’re calling out what they hate
Forcing through the golden gates
What is everything that you hate?
Tell me everything that you hate?
Is this all that you wanted?
Or do the bodies just remunerate?
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