Life’s a pity, life’s a pain,
were players in this fateful game.
I'd like to kill, I'd love to die,
In this pan all your dreams fry.
You are burnt, you are cut,
Dying with a bullet in your gut.
There is a huge world,
we know we live in
it holds all dreams and nightmares real.
some forget to remember
and the others die to forget.
our world is torture our world is false.
can’t picture my heart anymore.
Those arrogant Americans died,
now many live in fear.
Those stupid Australians burnt,
they'll learn fear.
Those pompous English join the slaughter,
celebrate now.
We'll hunt them down and kill everyone, we'll bomb their countries, destroy their leaders, convert their faith, murder their existence, why do they wear towels on their heads all of them are evil, all deserve to die,
yet here i stand, i am merely myself.
I know not the actions of the world.
but I’ve learnt many things,
the TV lies, the radio lies, the politicians lie, my parents lie, my friends lie, I lie.
What can I believe? I guess that’s instead of what do I want to believe, can you tell the difference?
We support love and support peace with guns?
We bomb innocent countries with our flesh?
We Hate We Hate We Hate We Hate We Hate We Hate We Hate We Hate We Hate We Hate We Hate We Hate
I guess that our natural state of existence is dead, we're just returning to it
