I've waited seven long years to say this   And though I've already said it a thousand times before   On these pages, and under my breath   I can't afford to dress it up in metaphors another second   I. FUCKING. HATE. YOU.      When wishing death upon you, doesn't come close   To the punishment you deserve   I'll fantasize justly morbid thoughts   And let this hate boil over   A life if failure should be shame enough…      Cause you can't change minds with a cross and a gun   And you swore to destroy the very thing that you've become   If you want to end terror, take a look in the mirror   Stick a knife in your throat, and cut from ear to ear   I. FUCKING. HATE. YOU.