Testo Conditioned

To protect and serve to dictate and abuse, you make me hate you
You created me with your superior attitude
And you expect me to respect you?
And I wouldnt care if you died, right before my eyes
I feel no sympathy, watching your demise
And to side with you is like siding with the iron fist, and to support you, is like supporting a rapist
And I wouldnt do that
You made me what I am, you made me hate you That's why it makes me smile when someone kills a pig or two