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This hate has filled my soul
It's left me with no control
Step aside or get smashed out of the way

This hate has filled my soul
Troubles me straight to the bone
Step on up and get what ever you may

This hate has filled my soul
Red hot anger thru me flows
next mother fucker gonna get my full array

This hate has filled my soul
back up off me or youll be low
on your back from the attack of my hate

There is no sympathy
that you will get from me
dont come at me with that ignorant shit

it never fails to win
boiling up and simmering sin
the anger slowly grows
who'll be next no one knows
step up and you'll regret
russian roulette is a safer bet
open your eyes up and understand
fewer wars have been won by man

caution tales of monsters fright
you may die tonight

It burns a hole thru the head
It leads the sheep to the dead

it never fails to lose
burning down the church's pews
the anger slowly grows
who'll be next no one knows
old cake and sodomy
russian roulette is poisoning me
open your eyes up and understand
fewer wars have been won by man

caution tales of monsters fright
you may die tonight

This hate has filled my soul
It's left me with no control
Step aside or get smashed out of the way

This hate has filled my soul
Troubles me straight to the bone
Step on up and get what ever you may

This hate has filled my soul
Red hot anger thru me flows
next mother fucker gonna get my full array

This hate has filled my soul
back up off me or youll be low
on your back from the attack of my hate

There is no sympathy
that you will get from me
dont come at me with that ignorant shit

it never fails to lose
burning down the church's pews
the anger slowly grows
who'll be next no one knows
old cake and sodomy
russian roulette is poisoning me
open your eyes up and understand
fewer wars have been won by man

caution tales of monsters fright
you will die too night

It burns a hole thru the head
It leads the sheep to the dead
It makes you pray for your bread
It is the song of the misled....

it never fails to lose
burning down the church's pews
the pain you never know
red hot anger thru me flows
old cake and sodomy
russian roulette is comforting me
open your eyes up and understand
fewer wars have been won by man

caution tales of monsters fright
you will die to night