You loaded your gun with Ruin
Pointed it at the crowd and found me

Blame my luck, but you pulled the trigger.

The scars you left on my body is lesser yet than the taste of your Ruin on my tongue.

And I couldnt have asked for a better mentor to teach me the all the subtle intricacies of Hate.

For everytime I am reminded of your taste I
hate
hate
hate
Hate

Hate you

Hate me

HATE every single one like you
and me.

And with your gun you blew my soul to bits and left me in
Ruin.