Hate Song - The Haunted

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!