I'm feeling sick
This is not fair
When you look at me
I get lost in your stare
I'm feeling weak
Well, I have no choice
Everytime you speak
I wanna breathe your voice
Fate, you're a bitch
Hate, get away from me
I got to last tile
Everything's too fast
Everytime you smile
I'd wish it's not the last
I'd drink acid rain
I would hide the truth
I will love the pain
Whenever it's caused by you
Fate, you're a whore
Hate, heal my sores
Please, lend me no help
In the angry bloom
This is not my hell
It's my fucking doom
Fate, you're a bitch
Hate, away from me
Fate, you're a whore
Hate, heal my sores
Israel's Son
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