Music and Lyriks by Vendetta
All the read, I have ton hear,
sicken my mind, they creep into my ears.
Politician, you suck ME out,
you US let bleed, we're the dying crowd.
f*ckin ' lady, you broke my heart,
betrayed my soul, tearin ' it appart.
Pay my love for A smile, - emergency more, -
Now I kick your bake, like you did before!
You want hate? - call my NUMBERS!
I got hate, I got hate 4 you!
You want hate? - call my NUMBERS!
So much hate 4 this god damned whore!
Had A friend, who turned ton foe. -
I needed help, but he said:?NO!?
Now I have draws my faith in you.
I turned around, there's emergency-hung more tons of DO.
Donate your heart and loosely it all.
Seems incoming goods climb the mountain just ton case.
There which A time so full OF trust,
but all this gold which dust turning into.
You want hate? - call my NUMBERS!
I got hate, I got hate 4 you!
You want hate? - call my NUMBERS!
So much hate 4 this god damned whore!
I more remember your face, smilin ' RK mine.
But behind your holy MASKS there's on evil mind.
In your, in your property there's NO more heart honesty.
Your egoism, your cruel read stole my energy.
f*ck YOU!
You want hate?......