Fancy English

Where is hatred bred? In the heart or in the hardened head? Yesterday's jokes are tomorrow's slogans The highest horses are always trojans Because in this space We hear screams In this space We can hear you scream Scream death to our enemies We can hear you scream Scream death to our enemies Pigment, and figment of imagination's skin Thinnest skin Another door is angry at the wind Because in our space We hear screams In our space We all hear you scream Scream death to our enemies We all hear you scream Scream death to our enemies I've got martyr in my arteries, victim in my veins Earning points in heaven every time that I'm in pain I've got martyr in my arteries, victim in my veins Earning points in paradise whenever I'm in pain I've got martyr in my arteries and victim in my veins I am not authentic unless you are howling hateful names