Hate, composed hate Falsely accused and wrongly abused All because I did the things you told me to do Set up to take the fall, oblivious to it all Don't let your instinct take over Compose your hate, weaponise the exposure Bang, bang, you're dead Fifty bullets in your fucking head Just like Edmond Dantés Biding your time has the sweetest revenge ♪ Had the tools to set me free That buried me alive instead (buried me alive) Used your power to keep me sweet 'Til I realised that my chances were six feet deep Undeserving self indulging false authority Ivory towers filled with gold by profiting from the weak As I push the knife in deeper and deeper Your blue blood still runs red, there ain't supremacy when you're dead Hate, composed hate Falsely accused and wrongly abused All because I did the things you told me to do Set up to take the fall, oblivious to it all Don't let your instinct take over Compose your hate, weaponise the exposure Bang, bang, you're dead Fifty bullets in your fucking head Just like Edmond Dantés Biding your time has the sweetest revenge If you really want to succeed Better get yourself some enemies 'Cause being loved by everyone Doesn't drive you half as much as proving them all wrong