The Writing's on the Wall - Hatesphere

Waiting for dinner conversations

To turn into a slaughtering affair

So we begin, waiting for the massacre

To hit you in the head, so we begin

Our tongue breaking degradation set to please

But if you think we’d degrade ourselves

Then you’ve clearly been had

When «death and destruction»

Is the only measure of our state of content

Our tongue breaking degradation set to please

Holding on to something real by an arms length

It ain’t over 'til the writing’s on the wall

These will be the final words, may you choke on them