Hate will never change, But I'm tired of hating now! Why are you explaining to me about the beautiful And then you trample your garden with your backside Why do I need your advice? Won't you help me blossom And we're both trash, not bouquets Which is about to begin to rot We will die waiting We've fed our gut We will die waiting. And our faith will push us into a loop And we will die waiting A miracle shot through the head a long time ago We will die waiting The truth will crush your dream