Warhate-Burning Skies

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