I ask myself why I'm so hateful
Maybe just part of my nature
People say I'm fucked in my mind
Feels like there's nothing left inside

Walking now on different dirty streets
But the same old feeling still exists
Hate is like a shade that will never leave
Leave me alone I don't need sympathy

What goes around
Comes around
You're going down
Down

Straight hate, straight hate
Straight hate, straight hate

Criticize and call me negative
You never face life or reality
Separate myself from the rest
What the fuck do you expect?

What goes around
Comes around
You're going down
Down

Straight hate, straight hate
Straight hate
Straight fucking hate

What goes around comes around

Grow up in the ghettos made me real
To deal with my fears
Motherfucker you don't understand
Pain and hate

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Andreas Rudolf Kisser, Igor Cavalera, Massimiliano A. Cavalera, Paulo Xisto Jr. Pinto