Thread: Blood Of the Nation

<verse1>
This world is a disaster man-made to kill
Poeple intoxicating each other everywhere still,
the hate and violence consumes my life
Yet my boss won't stop giving me strife.
I feel the blood run fown my finger tips,
I feel the hate from the tip of my lips.
The vived dreams haunt my nights,
And now I'm left with no insight.

<chorus>
I feel like it's my duty to share the hate,
To help spill the blood on the date,
To never let love in my life.
So I'm just going to grab the knife,
And watch the blood run to the floor.
So don't facken walk in my door,
I'm stuck to suffocate in this cell.
So jump the fack up, and mosh like you're in HELL!!!!

<verse2>
People locking there true self aside,
No-one feeling that their alive.
Everyone's thoughts are hate and killing,
Everyone's actions are continually spilling.
The good blood of the nation,
There's really no facken hesitation.
No'one cares if they kill the loved ones,
All that's left is heretics with guns.

<chorus>

<verse3>
Soon the weapon will be aimed on me.
So jump the fack up and you will see,
You are all brainwashed by the hate,
condemned by your own fate.
You'll die with a gun in your hand and fear in your hearts,
Your whole world will be torn apart.
The blood on my hands is my affiliation,
Because we are obsessed with the blood of the nation.

<chorus>

Music changes beat

(spoken)
This hate makes me want some blood to run,
This fate makes me go and have some fun.
A gun in the left a needle in the right,
Don't worry you might make it through the night.