The Haunted - Hate Song текст песни

Two and twenty for the hole in you. A meat cleaver comb to run you
through. Lethal gas will make you cough. A car crash scene to finish it
off. Pain! True definition-Truth is pain-Truly addicted. So don't you
worry about your earthly rest, I'll dig the fucking hole myself. Pain!
Truly addicted-Life is pain-I am addicted-to this pain...Hate song!...(I live
to bury you)...Stabbing and shooting and ripping the life out of you. I get
off and I wish that you could too! Open chest tickle will quiver your
bones. Just lay back and chill. ґcos I run this show. Pain! Truly
addicted-Life is pain-Life is infected-by this pain......Hate song!...(I live to
bury you)...There's no need to explain, you know who you are. I deliver the
pain, I'm the baddest by far...Die onehundredthousand times,
One million ways to...
Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate song!
Lifelong! Hate song!