Chorus

Hate in my home. When the sun is shining on me
There's hate in my hope. When the sun is crying on me

You can sleep tonight
Sleep in the haunted house
I see the dead and I dream of the living, dream of the living
You can weep tonight, lay a wreath on humankind, I've seen them
All, and I leave for the living

The living x3


Chorus

Hate in my home. When the sun is shining on me
There's hate in my hope. When the sun is crying on me

I dare you once again, boiling watеr to the brim, all on a whim
There is no lanе to win in
You have time to pretend, that you are what you can't forget
Too little time, to outlive the dimming


How, how can you do good? Heart in a hood? Air doesn't help
Waterboard myself. Pretend that you are what you're like from
Afar. It is that absurd, chewing on word after word, after word
After word