Hatred Surrounds

Hatred surrounds like a deathly chill on a cold winter night
Building the tension and increasing spite
Clouding the minds of the shallow fiends
Who live for your despair, and mock you in your dreams

There isn't much to live for, or anything to feel
When cowarding is your hobby and only pain is real
The love for yourself is now nothing but a joke
That's why they do it afterall; your fright is their's to toke

Kill it all, leave this place, don't ever look back
Run away and never have to face another attack
Don't tell a soul, just grab your things, a bus, and disappear
For now you're listed M.I.A. and it's their turn to fear