Massacre

A place for the newlyweds and nearly-deads
I'm counting the stones, I hope you know I love you?
Got a lot of friends six feet under us
Counting down the days 'til we join the party
Thoughts of your nightmare projected through mine

Hatred is something that we're brought up to see
Now everybody's looking at me
I hope they know
That they won't get their satisfaction?
Hated is something that we're brought up to be
Now everybody's looking at me
I hope they know
That they won't get their satisfaction?

Breathing in these lies is no surprise
These evil things are all we know
Lets take these lives where we want to go
The future is our prize when the stars arise
In the end it's me and you
Almost there, gotta see this through

Ghouls and ghosts will haunt my soul, but they will never take me
Before I go I want to show that we can make a difference

Hatred is something that we're brought up to see
Now everybody's looking at me
I hope they know
That they won't get their satisfaction?
Hated is something that we're brought up to be
Now everybody's looking at me
I hope they know
That they won't get their satisfaction? (Satisfaction)

We've got some dumb perceptions
But I've got the death connection

All the hate that you have
Just throw it away
Life is meant for more
But we're too distracted
Too caught up in the anger and judgment
Caught up in the web of lies

I've heard these things keep our blood boiling
Keeps us alive and moving forward
Well fuck that
If that's the case I was born a dead man
And I'm forever a ghost

Hatred is something that we're brought up to see
Now everybody's looking at me
I hope they know
That they won't get their satisfaction?
Hated is something that we're brought up to be
Now everybody's looking at me
I hope they know
That they won't get their satisfaction?

They won't get their satisfaction