Sanoja: Ashema. Other. 24 Years.

Pent up hate and rage is what I feel,
every time I hear you, see you or even think of you.
Raised me like I wasn?t yours,
24 years of hate now fucking explode.

Never thought that it would get this far.
You just raised me on hate, cut all my scars.
Wrapped up in scarves, for the outside world,
left us there alone, kicked out in the dirt.

Blamed ourselves, but we ain?t wrong,
now it comes to this, I write you a song.
To express my hate, what I feel for you.
Your name makes me sick, I fucking puke.

All over you and your hypocrite bullshit.
Your name never will pass these lips.
Words like bullets, my mouth the gun.
See under this sun, I ain?t your son.

Fuck your thoughts, Fuck your talks,
Fuck your friends, Fuck your scams,
Fuck your mind games, Fuck all the rest,
Fuck your bitch, go fuck yourself.

Wrapped up in scarves, for the outside world,
left us there alone, kicked out in the dirt.
To express my hate, what I feel for you.
Your name makes me sick, I fucking puke.

Fuck your thoughts, Fuck your talks,
Fuck your friends, Fuck your scams,
Fuck your mind games, Fuck all the rest,
Fuck your bitch, go fuck yourself.

I ain?t your son