Warhate, caped in the $%&^x from the wounds of the dead
Believing in what we're fed
It can't be this way

Bull%#@! 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 $%&^x yourself
$#&@ 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 !@$(s
Paint these scenes
Use the blood, $%&^x and $%&^ 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 $#&@s

Way up the chain
Die coward scum
They won't take the blame

We know who is responsible for the $%&^x we deal with
Nothing but false hope