I love to be hated
By the liars and thieves
Who pretend their your friends
‘Till you’re down on your knees
I love to be hated
But never ignored
By the pundits and tyrants
And prophets of war

We froliced like children
Dancing with knives
And we prayed to our Idols
'Til we ate them alive

We all were fatherless
With room still to grow
Lost in the desert
with nowhere to go

They look like insects
So far away
We drown out their cries
The louder we pray

Nobody cares
Unless devils draw near
So scream out for rescue
There’s no one to hear