See me, i'm a blasphemic vision
Of your creation-restless mind
Your profound knowledge of nothing
Brings just joy into my eyes
Neither black, nor white
Transparent drama of thy light
Timeless moments spent with you
And now i know they were a lie
And there you are standing in the ruins
Of your pathetic form of life
Spiral path beyond the sky
... These walls will fall once again
How does it feel ... How does it feel ...
How does it feel, to be hated?
Now your kingdom built of sand
Gave its soul to mindfall's life
Life asks and you respond
But always placing tongue before your mind
And again you ask your self ... Why
And again you ask your self ... Why god why
How does it feel ... How does it feel ...
How does it feel, to be hated?
How does it feel ... How does it feel ...
How does it feel, to be hated?