Whore For Hatred by Thoughts of David Lyrics

I run from my problems, yet I still feel dissolved
I hate my reflection
All I see is a whore
A whore
For hatred

I stand for nothing more
I stand for nothing more than violence and regret

I can’t control my impulse of guilt
I can’t control this drug-induced thrill

With blood-shot-eyes
I stare at the sun
I hope my mistakes will forever be undone
I lost all of my friends to a plant in the grass
I lost my grasp, drinking ‘till I’m smacked

I can’t control my impulse of guilt
I can’t control this drug-induced thrill
Problems
Problems
Problems
Problems