I love to be hated

Je suis plein de contrastes : après l'amour, la haine... Toujours du metal...



I love to be hated


You haven't seen me, I'm coming into your way.
I'm cold and you feed me, mockingbird on its spray.
I am such a cattle for the one who eat sheep,
You set the table, I fly away from your lip.

Aim
Shoot
Again
I love to be hated


Your phone is like a whip, your voice is like honey,
An iron hand in a velvet glove is your styles.
A mirror to catch larks, some sugar to catch flies
And a mug to spit at this fucking, misty prey.

Aim
Shoot
Again
I love to be hated

Love is control and I will die if I let go.
Your chains are of fire and my tears are of ice.
Follow me into the streets : sick is my motto.
But let me smile into my city of loneliness.

Aim
Shoot
Again
I love to be wrong

Aim
Shoot
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I love who want me to die

Aim
Shoot
Again
I love to be hated