Pretty Hate - Vision Of Disorder

I’ll chew you up and spit you out

I’ll build you up and break you down

My love…

And out it came, out came the shot

I’ll chew you up and spit ou out

I’ll build you up and break you down

My love…

You’re so pretty… Hate…

I think I got my mind made up

I think I got it right

But twisted words, empty boxes

The flowers that died

They died

All is said, all is done, all is gone

Most terrible thing

That i’ve ever seen

Brown eyed girl, lost in a brown dream

You’re so pretty… Hate…

I think I got my mind made up

I think I got it right

But twisted words, empty boxes

The flowers that died

They died

I’ll chew you up and spit you out

I’ll build you up and break you down…

You’re so pretty… Hate…