The hate and the violence in my heart, you put it there. All I am doing is trying to get rid of it. Every stone, every hit, every smashing thing, every barricade on fire carries a little hate with it. A tiny bit of violence that you gave me without asking me if I wanted it. So now you're getting it back.
And one day, when it has all left me. I will realise that I have no more hatred to give. No more violence to return to you. I'll probably cry.
