Hate

You've got your brothers and your news
You've got your pride you've got your truth
Patrol your streets to keep them safe
Made up your enemies, prepared yourself for judgement day

Like clouds soaked with hate you creep along the fields
Your anger drops like rain on the streets

You've got a banner to hold high
And wear a specious disguise
Reclaim your race, blood, and your ground
See what you want to see, you're so 1933

Like clouds soaked with hate you creep along the fields
Your anger drops like rain on the streets

Locked up in your mental cage
All you do is spread your hate
Agitation is your weapon
Triggered by infinite rage

Like clouds soaked with hate you creep along the fields
Your anger drops like rain on the streets



Credits
Writer(s): Camilo Betancourt, Julian Schmauch
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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