Concept Of Hate

Bad Trip

Concept Of Hate


I look at her and feel the taste of wrong
As she starts to mesmerize me
Whispering lust into my ears
Pulls me with hooks under my skin

Swimming in a pool of flesh
Time stops as I move inside her
My soul corrupt at low cost
Sold, it goes to black

Drowning in self,, hatred, frustrated
I cannot accept what's going on
What's going on to me?
Jaded, mistreated
She fucked all my hope
My sweetest dope
My favourite bad trip

I call her name in my dreams of pain
A scream in darkness, silently
Fallen from grace, destabilized
Reveal madness through my eyes

I have kissed the devil
She has a pretty smile and big tits
I have kissed the devil
My damnation is her bliss