Warhate

Warhate Lyrics

Warhate, caped in the sh*t from the wounds of the dead
Believing in what we're fed
It Can't be this way
Bullsh*t gets soaked in everyday
In the minds of the weak and the eyes of the afraid
We all get buggered by disgrace
Take Disgrace and f**k yourself
f**k yourself in the face with it or wherever it hurts most
Then maybe You'll see the truth that life is a war scene
Painted by the fingers of the cowardice bastards
Paint these scenes
Use the blood, sh*t and cum of the people that bug you
Relieve all the stress and tension that owns you
Why not use the hand of a dead child's remains
You couldn't be anymore shamed
Go
Tired of the lies
Tired of the false accusations that are upheld by all the f**ks
Way up the chain
Die coward scum
They won't take the blame
We know who is responsible for the sh*t we deal with
Nothing but false hope