Слова:
Maroon Endorsed By Hate

actions fuel my anger. I armed myself with hate. ENDORSED BY HATE! Blood drips - from your tongue! Your ideals - my hate! Blood drips from your tongue. Your ideals my hate

Just Take a look at the blade in your hand. It's all been said before, slit and free your soul: SUFFOCATING IN AGONY- OVERWHELMED BY EXISTENCE. NOTHING

The walls are closing in. There seems to be no exit. Everything is falling apart. But there's something deep inside. That keeps you hanging on. Lean

flesh through days of lethargy. No refusal - no resistance! Not every heart is worth beating! Eyes accepting senseless killing of the innocent day by

dust is falling down to earth. Unknown diseases resist any cure. THE END! THE WORLD STOPS TURNING! Pestilence the black medieval death. Skinned alive by

the scum off this world. The sober blade- lunatic's fate. This will to cleanse can't be ignored! Waste away with poisoned veins. Senses fade and the hate

go on. I want to die, tonight inside. World of misery, buried alive. I wanna watch it all come down. DRINKING - YOUR OWN BLOOD. WAITING - FOR THE DAY. BURIED BY