Times are strange, and only getting stranger.
Massive protests are occur all over the world. Terrorism and war are constant threats. Religious institutions are crumbling, families are breaking apart. The government is inept and confused, and no one knows what to believe anymore.
One thing, however, never changes.
My hate for you.
When life gets you down, when it seems like there's no hope, when you feel like no one cares, just remember that not only does FUNKbrs care, but he cares with the most powerful feeling of all: HATE.
When you double down on your workout, do it to spite me, because I want you to stay ugly and miserable.
When you feel like your sacrifices at work aren't appreciated, do it to spite me because I want you to stay a broke loser.
When you feel like noone will ever love you, and that you are worthless and stupid, do it to spite me: I want you to be lonely.
My hate will always be with you, a solid rock bottom from which you can always push yourself back up no matter how far you fall.
hate is the wind beneath your wings.
This is a song about death. It's on mandolin.
Hate is the first step to all solutions.
You will not end bigotry until you learn to hate it.