Warhate, caped in the [bad word] from the wounds of the dead
Believing in what we're fed
It Can't be this way
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] yourself
 [bad word] yourself in the face with it or wherever it hurts most
Then maybe You'll see the [bad word] that life is a war scene
Painted by the fingers of the cowardice [bad word] 
Paint these scenes
Use the blood, [bad word] and [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
Way up the chain
Die coward scum
They won't take the blame
We know who is responsible for the [bad word] we deal with
Nothing but false hope