Now On Sale: Love (Half Price)
I hate a lot of things, I hate a lot of people
I hate you
The way you close your eyes as I become paralyzed
It’s true

You care for nothing but yourself and nothing else
I hate to say
But I hate a lot of things, but you’re the worst thing
That I hate today

I hate a lot of things: I hate to love, I hate to think
I hate these words I speak: Is it love and is it peace
I hate the phrases true: From Hallmark, baby, I love you
I hate the fucking game: The love today is all the same

I hate the thought of God, the thought of the universe
And everything outside
These thoughts circle my head, where will I be when I’m dead
When I close my eyes

And maybe when you blink, the world shuts off cause you can’t think
You do derive
The entire world is your own imagination, you’re dreaming
Cause you died

I hate a lot of things: I hate to love, I hate to think
I hate these words I speak: Is it love and is it peace
I hate the phrases true: From Hallmark, baby, I love you
I hate the fucking game: The love today is all the same

I hate that you’re a slut, although I can’t say much
Cause I still go inside
I stay around for that, the simple sex turns my heart black
But please don’t cry

Cause I can’t stand you when you’re down, and I’m around
It’s fucking dumb
I hate that shit, I hate to think, but I love to drink
Until I’m numb

I hate a lot of things: I hate to love, I hate to think
I hate these words I speak: Is it love and is it peace
I hate the phrases true: From Hallmark, baby, I love you
I hate the fucking game: The love today is all the same

Just about how the whole "love" thing pisses me off and how "love" is a commercialized attempt at sales when you feel the need to buy your significant other a gift those several times of the year.

Love isn't derived of material possessions.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter