Hate Wasn't A Category

I swear on everything
You'll get what you deserve

I'll make you pay
for the things I've heard

I'm counting on the day
When you're defeat is the pain

And when you're slipping into the gray
I'll be the one to open the door
To escort you into your own torture
Your personal little hell

You beg and you plead
For another way out.
I've told you once before

Hate wasn't a category
so death can be yours