All the hatered that I swore off is haunting in my brain.
Becoming what i've always hated, and it feels good to inflict pain.
Watching those beneath me suffer.
Squirming in my trap they're stuck.
Usually I'd feel pity for you, but right now I just don't give a fuck.
Becoming what you hate.
The truth is sometimes it feels great.
As the angry haze wears thin and my victims are seen clear.
I realize what i've done is foul, just a product of my own fear.
But if you cross me?...I swear to God i'll do it again.