Lyrics by Pamela Phillips Oland
Ming T'ien as the ghost type thing
It begins very small
Seems like nothing much at all
Just a germ, just a speck, just a grain
But the seed has been sown
And before you know it's grown
It has spread through your life like a stain!
And its power will strangle your love and your joy
And its hunger consumes, for it lives to destroy...
Hate is the star
It becomes who you are
Not the hated, but the hater, has a torment that's greater
It will eat you alive
Consume you and spit you out
Hate's gonna win, that there's no doubt about
Hate doesn't care who you are-- hate is the star!
Learning hate is an art, even people who are smart
Can be caught, can be crushed, can be creamed
Hate has swallowed you whole
Did you think you're in control?
Hate you thought, hate you spoke, hate you dreamed
All your hate gave me substance, your lives are undone
It's your eve of destruction, your hatred has won...!
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