Haunted - Hate Song - Текст песни

Two and twenty for the hole in you. A meat cleaver comb to run you through.

Lethal gas will make you cough. A car crash scene to finish it off. Pain! True

definition-Truth is pain-Truly addicted. So don't you worry about your earthly

rest, I'll dig the fucking hole myself. Pain! Truly addicted-Life is pain-I am

addicted-to this pain...Hate song!...(I live to bury you)...Stabbing and

shooting and ripping the life out of you. I get off and I wish that you could

too! Open chest tickle will quiver your bones. Just lay back and chill. 'cos I

run this show. Pain! Truly addicted-Life is pain-Life is infected-by this

pain......Hate song!...(I live to bury you)...There's no need to explain, you

know who you are. I deliver the pain, I'm the baddest by far...Die

onehundredthousand times, One million ways to...Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!

Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate song! Lifelong! Hate song!