No More Hate - Autopsy

At the moment I have no more hate to offer

I feel nothing

I feel nothing as I bring down my arm

The one that holds the metal bar

The one that bashes in your brains

Bludgeon and crush again 'til your mind oozes

All over the floor, soaking into the carpet

I don’t care

I don’t feel and if your brain was still in

Your head you might even realize that