There's no provocation
There's no sense of fear
There's no adaptation
There's no sorrow
But maybe when you're dead I can hate you
Maybe when you're dead, I can hate you
Without
Without bitter years
Without annihilation
There's no result
But maybe when you're dead I can hate you
Maybe when you're dead, I can hate you
There's no provocation
There's no sense in tears
There's no litigation
There's no product
But maybe when you're dead I can hate you
Maybe when you're dead, I can hate you