Kill Love, Make Hate
"This hurts me as much as it hurts you"
The lie I've heard a thousand times before
Continued through to drown the city
But words spat out seem to count to no end
Now die whore, is your head under water
Manmade virus is infecting the world
Lies created to kill love, make hate
It's left me no hope but false hope
Now die whore, are my hands bloody enough
Verse impregnate the virgin's thoughts
It's once thught impenetrable now
But I found the door to her heart
She decided to answer when my fist swings, hello
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2005
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