Luyện nghe bài hát Divine Object of Hatred

They've me
They've my hands with rope
And now drag me up the street
A is struggling to kick me in my skull
If she she would kill me again
I can see her teeth
As she kicks at my dirt covered eyes so
Oh mother they hate me so
The real
And now it's

They sit me
Stare up and shout threats at my
Their tongues are from out of their mouths
I hope they don't me limb from limb
So much
So hatred
So much
They me
Oh they'd to have me
They'd to kill me
hatred's pure, I am devine

When you kick me / when you me
you burn me / when you break me
When you cut me / I am
Your object of hatred

Show me how you are
Show me how you really
Let me you really care
Let me your hatred's real
I you when you hate me
Abuse me with all your
why I'm here
I'm your object of hatred

You me
I can see that real
You do to me
That you never thought you
You me
You'll never know what I
you bring me
I never you could
Give me
me stronger
High on your
I am