Hate Is The Norm
Child come close don't be afraid
Empty your mind and repeat after me
I shan't think for myself
Brain dead
Traverse your path unscathed by shame
You wander loud but hide beneath your faith
You are the snake defiler of the sane
Unravel and slither
Begone you worthless saint
Walking in circles gasping for air
Redefining what's normal yet again
Lately so much hate flows with every fucking verse
I'm drowning
Will this mindless frenzy ever end
Sorry kid, war pays off more than peace
Wake up
The path to sullen lives
Roused by those we glorify
Don't look away my son
Deep down you know I'm right
Stand back don't hold your breath
My life is not for sale
Crawl back into the abyss
Your plans will go amiss
Stand back don't hold your breath
My life is not for sale
Crawl back into the abyss
Your plans will go amiss
Red, blue, still no one blooms
Black, white who gives a shit
It's fear what makes you tick
That shit just makes me sick
This is the final stand
Hold the line
This is the final stand
We won't bow
Wake up
The path to sullen lives
Roused by those we glorify
Don't look away my son
Deep down you know I'm right
Lay down six feet beneath
Our cries will crush, crush you deep
Eye for an eye the world goes blind
Go back behind your screen
Pretend this isn't real
Go back behind your screen
Empty your mind and repeat after me
I shan't think for myself
Brain dead
Traverse your path unscathed by shame
You wander loud but hide beneath your faith
You are the snake defiler of the sane
Unravel and slither
Begone you worthless saint
Walking in circles gasping for air
Redefining what's normal yet again
Lately so much hate flows with every fucking verse
I'm drowning
Will this mindless frenzy ever end
Sorry kid, war pays off more than peace
Wake up
The path to sullen lives
Roused by those we glorify
Don't look away my son
Deep down you know I'm right
Stand back don't hold your breath
My life is not for sale
Crawl back into the abyss
Your plans will go amiss
Stand back don't hold your breath
My life is not for sale
Crawl back into the abyss
Your plans will go amiss
Red, blue, still no one blooms
Black, white who gives a shit
It's fear what makes you tick
That shit just makes me sick
This is the final stand
Hold the line
This is the final stand
We won't bow
Wake up
The path to sullen lives
Roused by those we glorify
Don't look away my son
Deep down you know I'm right
Lay down six feet beneath
Our cries will crush, crush you deep
Eye for an eye the world goes blind
Go back behind your screen
Pretend this isn't real
Go back behind your screen
Credits
Writer(s): Trim Bislimi
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