Warhate

Warhate, caped in the shit from the wounds of the dead
 Believing in what we're fed
 It Can't be this way
 Bullshit 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 fuck yourself
 Fuck 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, shit 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 fucks
 Way up the chain
 Die coward scum
 They won't take the blame
 We know who is responsible for the shit we deal with
 Nothing but false hope