Warhate (исполнитель: Burning Skies)
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