Hate, composed hate

Falsely accused, and wrongly abused, all because I did the things you told me to do

Set up to take the fall, oblivious to it all

Don't let your instinct take over

Compose your hate, weaponize the exposure

Bang, bang, you're dead

Fifty bullets in your fucking head

Just like Edmond Dantés

Biding your time has the sweetest revenge

Had the tools to set me free, that buried me alive instead

Used your power to keep me sweet

Till I realized that my chances were six feet deep

Undeserving, self-indulging, false authority

Ivory towers filled with gold by profiting from the weak

As I push the knife in deeper and deeper, your blue blood still runs red

There ain't supremacy when you're dead

Hate, composed hate

Falsely accused, and wrongly abused, all because I did the things you told me to do

Set up to take the fall, oblivious to it all

Don't let your instinct take over

Compose your hate, weaponize the exposure

Bang, bang, you're dead

Fifty bullets in your fucking head

Just like Edmond Dantés

Biding your time has the sweetest revenge

If you really want to succeed

Better get yourself some enemies

'Cause being loved by everyone

Doesn't drive you half as much as proving them all wrong