Texty: Paradise Lost. I Can Hate You.

THERE'S NO PROVOCATION THERE'S NO SENSE OF FEAR
THERE'S NO ADAPTATION THERE'S NO SORROW

BUT MAYBE WHEN YOU'RE DEAD I CAN HATE YOU

WITHOUT LIMATIONS WITHOUT BITTER YEARS
WITHOUT ANNIHILATION THERE'S NO RESOLVE

BUT MAYBE WHEN YOU'RE DEAD I CAN HATE YOU


THERE'S NO PROVOCATION THERE'S NO SENSING TEARS
THERE'S NO LITIGATION THERE'S NO PRODUCT

BUT MAYBE WHEN YOU'RE DEAD I CAN HATE YOU