You tried to spit in the eye Of a dead man’s face Attacked the ways of a man Not yet in his grave But your hate was over all too soon Because nothing is over And nothing’s through, Till we bury you
For the love of brother I will sing this fucking song Aesthetics of hate, I hope you burn in hell
The words I read on the screen Left me fucking sick I felt the hatred rising You son of a bitch You branded us pathetic for our respect But he made us Driven, Such deep reverence, Far beyond the rest
For the love of brother I will sing these fucking words Aesthetics of hate, I hope you burn in hell
