Syncardion - Hate Creator

I see the pain you're going through
You think that I don't belong here
Believe me I know, I see through you
I read your eyes, I smell your fear.

I sense the hate that burns in you
I know it's there, It's my creation
It's not my goal to destroy you
I just don't care, I'm feeding your frustration

I am the hate that's killing you
I know I am a thorn in your eye
I know it's hell you damn me to
I am everything you deny

Despise, the sight of my being
Realize, you're hate makes you weak
Being nice, while you're inside is screaming
I rise and this tears your mask

Childish is your aversion
I see through it and break your mould
Grab your believes and let them fall
I'll string you up, I'll make the call

Oblivious you will drown self-awareness
Dependent on hate that I drug you with
Dislike me, It will show you the abyss
Maybe in death you can let it be

I am the hate you want
The thing you can't
The thing you can not live without

I am your rotten sight
The Anti-Christ
To be defined by wrong or right