Nothing makes me happier than the sound of your voice.

[inthenameofhate]

appears more clear in its simplest form
nobody sees tears when youre standing in a storm
abandoning the norm, and handling the harvest
measuring the worth by the depth of the hardships
i welcome all the hatred you can aim at my name
i held on to the sacred ways of how to play the game
when the soldiers started runnin short on rations
i began tappin the egg, to spark the hatchin
make it happen

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