Que metuunt oderunt, quem quisique odit perisse expedit

No emotions in my eyes
I can feel your rage
And I laugh!
No sentiments in my heart
I can taste your hate
And I laugh!
I'm the enemy you
Don't suppose to have
A gun in your mouth
I'm the enemy you
Suppose to have not
A knife in your shoulders
I sit!
Haughtiness is my throne
I laugh!
Apparent disrespectful haughtinness
I admire!
The charisma of the tyrants
Insolent disdainful and proud face
Icy Eyes sorrounded by a desert of solitude
And to their feet...
A roe of mannequins
Mutilated in the souls
A row of servants
Martyred in the body