I see you through my top window

I gaze upon unhappy faces

The streets are filled with suffering

Your hearts are full of hate

You mock and scorn me

I am not the one you hate

You hate my home that protects me

You hate my window, showing you for what you really are

In all I do, in all I see

Nothing brings happiness

You "pleasure" yourself in your misery

Every song you sing hates and bleeds

Your beginning is also your end

Your supposed strength is your killing weakness