This Hate

This love, this hate Hollywood Undead In a time of need Only few can see what's wrong Millions tend to crawl But only those who choose can make it through this all Only few can sing like lions 'Cause we sing until were gone And we've got each others

Retribution, just solution There's no other way Haunted by your actions Of which you have yet to pay Caustic bursts of filth That just spew out of that mouth Bone splitting cold Now that you have been locked out Egotism, disillusioned Can you see the