Текст песни Henry Rollins - Divine Object of Hatred
Henry Rollins - Divine Object of Hatred слова песни
Theyve killed meTheyve tied my hands with ropeAnd now they drag me up the streetA woman is struggling to kick me in my skullIf she could she would kill me againI can see her teeth shineAs she kicks at my dirt covered eyes so blindOh mother they hate me so muchThe hatreds realAnd now its mineThey sit below meStare up and shout threats at my nakednessTheir tongues are hanging from out of their mouthsI hope they dont tear me limb from limbSo much noiseSo much hatredSo much violenceThey love meOh theyd kill to have meTheyd have to kill meTheyre hatreds pure, I am devineWhen you kick me / when you rape meWhen you burn me / when you break meWhen you cut me / I am devineYour devine object of hatredShow me how you really areShow me how you really feelLet me know you really careLet me know your hatreds realI trust you when you hate meAbuse me with all your heartIts why Im hereIm your devine object of hatredYou hate meI can see that its realYou do things to meThat you never thought you wouldYou hurt meYoull never know what I feelWhat you bring meI never thought you couldGive me moreMake me strongerHigh on your poisonI am devine