Product of Hate - Traitors, Alex Teyen of Black Tongue

Welcome to a place where brotherhood is the laughing stock

A place where only hate develops & all potential happiness rots

I’ve seen it first hand, neck deep in shit

Walk a mile in my shoes and realize they don’t seem to fit

Well all are a product of hate

But I’ve become a prime example

Another fake face

Another fake place

Bliss dissolves to anger, I’m playing roulette with a full chamber

Home is where the hurt is, another fake face, another place

Home is where the hurt is

Everyone you think you truly know will fucking change.

Where has everybody gone

to?