My life is ruled by feelings of hate, influenced by my mind's state The memories I can't ignore, of the life, I lived before So don't you fuckin' look at me, who said you could speak to me? I haven't thought of what you said, cause my actions show what's in my head.
Where was your love when I needed it most, all I feel is hate. My life has no sense of direction, going nowhere at this rate.
My wife can't do anything for me. The more she nags the worse it seems. The way I relieve my stress is taking it out on someone's face.
I've taken it out on her before, I hit her, she fell to the floor. That's when she walked out on me, Intensive care soon she will need.
Where was your love when I needed it most, all I feel is hate. My life has no sense of direction, going nowhere at this rate. When did you show you cared for me, you hurt me by neglect. Other kids knew I wasn't like them, different from the rest.
No mummy's kisses no daddy's smiles, I never seemed to get it right. The only feelings that I felt was the buckle of my father's belt.
So getting my kicks out of kicking in your head means someone soon will be dead. That's when they'll put me away for good, my fists washed of the blood. I realise there's something wrong, My temperament that's not so strong. Nothing hurts me anymore, nothing bothered me before
(Based on a BBC2 documentary called "Men of Violence")Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
