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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