escape It's gonna blow my head, you fucker get away Me, madman in a rage I hit the ceiling outta my mind Oh, when I get free I'm gonna hand'em high Hatred
Oh, shit, I'm getting sick of this I'm caught and I can't escape It's gonna blow my head, you fucker get away Me, madman in a rage I hit the ceiling outta
hate you So at least we understand each other Hatred, hatred is the only thing that lasts, what is it? Hatred, hatred Hatred, hatred Is the only thing that lasts forever Hatred, hatred
Vertimas: Pyktis. Neapykanta.
: Oh, shit, I'm getting sick of this I'm caught and I can't escape It's gonna blow my head, you fucker get away Me, madman in a rage I hit the ceiling
I'll do this So this world will know that it will not change me This heart still believes, the love and mercy still exist While all the hatred rage
, revenge I watched you from my terminal view As you struggled to rise to your end I laughed hard at the insults we threw As the weight of the world found revenge Revenge, revenge Have hatred
I'll see you I made this world for you I made this world for you I look down on this race I created And all I see is violence and hatred I shake my head
mind made up even if where we stay is make shift I can't remain in this domain of semi-ape shit all i see is hatred, if i disappeared i wonder how many
rebirth Tear further into violence And send forth the blade that slaughter each cell Stillbirth redemption Sterility dances to the rapturous sound of the knell Let fevers rage
are known to me The stars thirst for darkness The Aphelion Deserts This, the foremost surge where catharsis thrives Hatred fuels the fires unforgiving
A jail cell is freedom From the pain in my home Hatred passed on, passed on And passed on A world of violent rage But it's one that I can recognize Having
back, I know who I am Raise [Incomprehensible] your ear, I'll drop the style and clear It's the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless
up versions of death in the persian Now a right angle equals eighty degrees The haitians brought the aids disease -- negative The scapegoat becomes a raging
full of rage And I'm just too stuck in my ways (You hear me?) Its how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage And I'm just too stuck in my ways
the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other for the hatred
the blood To run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other For the hatred
