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• Artiste: Henry Rollins
• Titre: Divine Object Of Hatred
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They've killed me They've tied my hands with rope And now they drag me up the street A woman is struggling to kick me in my skull If she could she would kill me again I can see her teeth shine As she kicks at my dirt covered eyes so blind Oh mother they hate me so much The hatred's real And now it's mine They sit below me Stare up and shout threats at my nakedness Their tongues are hanging from out of their mouths I hope they don't tear me limb from limb So much noise So much hatred So much violence They love me Oh they'd kill to have me They'd have to kill me They're hatred's pure, I am devine When you kick me / When you rape me When you burn me / When you break me When you cut me / I am devine Your devine object of hatred Show me how you really are Show me how you really feel Let me know you really care Let me know your hatred's real I trust you when you hate me Abuse me with all your heart It's why I'm here I'm your devine object of hatred You hate me I can see that it's real You do things to me That you never thought you would You hurt me You'll never know what I feel What you bring me I never thought you could Give me more Make me stronger High on your poison I am devine