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
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