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Henry Rollins - Divine Object of Hatred

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Theyve killed me

Theyve tied my hands with rope

And now they drag me up the street

A woman is struggling to kick me in my skull

If she could she would kill me again

I can see her teeth shine

As she kicks at my dirt covered eyes so blind

Oh mother they hate me so much

The hatreds real

And now its mine



They sit below me

Stare up and shout threats at my nakedness

Their tongues are hanging from out of their mouths

I hope they dont tear me limb from limb

So much noise

So much hatred

So much violence

They love me

Oh theyd kill to have me

Theyd have to kill me

Theyre hatreds pure, I am devine



When you kick me / when you rape me

When you burn me / when you break me

When you cut me / I am devine

Your devine object of hatred



Show me how you really are

Show me how you really feel

Let me know you really care

Let me know your hatreds real

I trust you when you hate me

Abuse me with all your heart

Its why Im here

Im your devine object of hatred



You hate me

I can see that its real

You do things to me

That you never thought you would

You hurt me

Youll never know what I feel

What you bring me

I never thought you could

Give me more

Make me stronger

High on your poison

I am devine

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