Hate and hate and hate.
              Kill and kill and kill.
              "My heart black as pitch,
               My soul dark as midnight."

              Not that I've ever really hurt,
              But, oh, the evil
              They've suffered in my mind.

              When things go wrong,
              Cussing and blasphemy,
              Eruptions with volcanic fury,
              Words spew forth
              Like ash they cover the world.

              Damn bastard, fuck you, son of a bitch,
              Screw you world, go to hell,
              Fuck you bitch, go screw yourself,
              Black bastard, damn Jew, damn Christian,
              Kill the son of a bitch, damn animals,
              Screwed up world, life's a bitch, et al.

              Rip me off a bit at a time.
              Nothing I try works out.
              I try to help, but it only hurts.
              No one cares for me.
              They steal my words,
              Use them for their own.
              All I do is ever pay.

              Rumors say I'm rich,
              So they believe and I pay.
              The richer the rumors,
              The poorer I get.
              They always believe what's wrong.

              So why shouldn't I hate the world?
              What has it ever done for me?
              The Man gave his life for the world,
              Still He's hated for what He did.
              The world's damned those who cared;
              So damn the world I say.

              "Your hatred has made you powerful.
               With each bit of hate
               Stronger the Dark Side grows.
               Kill, fulfill your destiny.
               Feel the power within you."


              "The Evil that men do."
              See how easy it is to hurt?
              See how well they live?
              See how their eyes shine with glee?

              Lie, cheat, and steal.
              Take everything you can get.
              Hurt, maim, and kill.
              Keep those happy feelings.

              I hate my life, I hate living.
              Despicable, dirty deeds.
              Woodsie creatures I hate.
              Woodsie trees and plants I hate.
              Rocks and dirt I hate.

              Even my friends suffer my bad luck.
              The world strikes them
              While aiming for me.
              No one is safe around me.