Where is hatred bred?
In the heart or in the hardened head?
Yesterday's jokes are tomorrow's slogans
The highest horses are always trojans
Because in this space
We hear screams
In this space
We can hear you scream
Scream death to our enemies
We can hear you scream
Scream death to our enemies
Pigment, and figment of imagination's skin
Thinnest skin
Another door is angry at the wind
Because in our space
We hear screams
In our space
We all hear you scream
Scream death to our enemies
We all hear you scream
Scream death to our enemies
I've got martyr in my arteries, victim in my veins
Earning points in heaven every time that I'm in pain
I've got martyr in my arteries, victim in my veins
Earning points in paradise whenever I'm in pain
I've got martyr in my arteries and victim in my veins
I am not authentic unless you are howling hateful names