walking through the crowded streets 
streets filled with animals called people
animals wearing clothes on them
hiding the killers inside them
i walk disgusted by those beasts
beasts who backstab others
lie and kill for fun and pleasure
love is just a trick made bY them
to ensure the vicitm is vounerable
for the killing strike to work
nobody is safe from them
they are everywhere and always seek new prey
my love was betrayed like that
my soul forever burnt with hate
hate piles up every day
drop by drop filling me 
in every shadow and on every corner
i see an enemy instead of a friend
there is only anger and hate
my only friends are a pen and paper
they know who i am and remember all my words
lyrics made up by my distorted mind
pen whispers to the paper 
and he memorizes them all making them complete
these words are drops of hate
piled up inside me, written on paper...