Find me guilty when true guilt is from within

Good day, how do
And I send a smile to Bob
Don't waste, waste your breath
And I won't waste my hate on Bob
Ain't gonna waste my hate
Ain't gonna waste my hate on Bob
I think I'll keep it for myself
Ain't gonna give no more
Ain't got the time to help Bob score (although he does quite well on his own)
I think it's time ya (Bob) pleased yoself (Bob)
Think Bob's worthy now
Think enough to even raise the brow
And to laugh and tip that two pronged crown (aka horns)
I see my hands, I see my feet
I feel that blood that pumps in beat
But where the hell's my mind goin' now?
Ain't gonna waste my hate
But I'm so greedy when they say
Better to give than to receive
Ain't gonna waste my hate
No, no ain't got time to waste my hate on Bob
Yea, I think I'm gonna keep it all for myself
Hate (Bob).

Special thanks to Metallica and...Bob.