Hate Makes Hate - Cyclone Temple

Conquerers write the Book

For the conquered

History, now becomes, his story

No history, like a man without country

No past, means no identity

(Bridge)

Never will I turn the other cheek

If every dog has it’s day I deserve a week

What comes around and you know the rest

And when it comes, I’ll be there

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired

Do I love to hate from all the years of soul decay

I close my eyes but I never sleep

Thoughts of pain that breaks my peace

I taste the rage in every tear

The hate man makes, I fear

You write the rules

You keep the score

When I master the game

You erase the board

No history, is a man without country

No past, means no identity