Warhate, caped in the sh*t from the wounds of the dead

Believing in what we＇re fed

It Can＇t be this way

* 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