My paradox.

I hate what I do but I keep doing it anyway. I wonder if it's the unconventional condition of a marred habit.

I am the harm that you inflict I am your brilliance and frustration I'm the nuclear bombs if they´re to hit I am your immaturity and your indignance

I am your misfits and your praises I am your doubt and your conviction I am your charity and your rape I am your grasping and expectation

I see you averting your glances I see you cheering on the war I see you ignoring your children

And I love you still And I love you still

I am your joy and your regret I am your fury and your elation I am your yearning and your sweat

I am your faithless and your religion I see you altering history I see you abusing the land I see you and your selective amnesia

And I love you still And I love you still

I am your tragedy and your fortune I am your crisis and delight I am your profits and your prophets I am your art I am your bytes

I am your death and your decisions I am your passion and your plights I am your sickness and convalescence I am your weapons and your light

I see you holding your grudges I see you gunning them down I see you silencing your sisters

And I love you still And I love you still

I see you lie to your country I see you forcing them out I see you blaming each other

And I love you still And I love you still