The longer I listen
the more I tend to love
the shit you say about me
cause it's not the shit that you're made of
and i guess that i can understand
the reasons for your hate
i guess i'd also hate myself
if i were you, let's put it straight:
your hatred makes me feel so fine
cause there's nothing i want more
than to insult your bigoted mind
be the contrast to the things you stand for
if you want to talk
i guess i'll be for throwing bricks
but if you want to declare a war
i think that i can opt for peace
they say it leads to nowhere
what's worse i think they're right
but i can't refrain from getting pleasure
out of being the reason of your sleepless nights...