Warhate, caped in the shit from the wounds of the dead

Believing in what we're fed

It Can't be this way

Bullshit 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*ck yourself

F*ck 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, shit 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*cks

Way up the chain

Die coward scum

They won't take the blame

We know who is responsible for the shit we deal with

Nothing but false hope