歌词
See me, a blasphemic wizard
Of your creation's restless mind
Your profound knowledge of nothing
Brings a scorn into my eyes
Neither black nor white
I'm a scholar in probable moonlight
Timeless moments spent with you
And now I'm no deeper alive
And there you are, standing in the ruins
Of your pathetic form of life
Smiling from behind a disguise
This world will call once again
How does it feel? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel to be hated?
Now your kingdom built of sand
Gave its soul to a blindfolded swine
Life has given you his hope
But always placed it down before your mind
And now you ask us, "Why?" (You ask us, "Why?")
And now you ask us, "Why?"
How does it feel? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel to be hated?
How does it feel? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel to be hated?
How does it feel? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel to be hated?
How does it feel? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel? (How does it feel?)
How does it feel to be hated?
