I’ve named our enemy, declared this wretched thing diseased so we’ll survive!
Now, gather around my angry kin, let us do this bastard in, and we’ll be free.
Look deep into their lives, see their peace is a disguise. It covers up the evil in their eyes.
Grab your torches, light your wrath, may our fervor burn the path to decimate them all along the way.
We’ll lay them to waste.
Pile anger on the altar. Move quick and don’t delay magnify your malice find the hurt, spawn the hate.
Crucify their voices, gather around and grab a nail. You can purchase glory if you’ve got rage for sale.
Don’t let up. There’s more to lose. Let them regret every line that they choose.
Come spread your malice, like a vessel. Spreading seeds to feed, corrupting minds.
The object of your column. Spite with words so we befall them.
Burn this forest to the ground, saturate and choke the sound.
All dissenters wilt beneath this holy war we wage for peace.
The safest place to live will be our grasp.
We’ll lay them to waste.
Pile anger on the altar. Move quick and don’t delay magnify your malice find the hurt, spawn the hate.
Crucify their voices, gather around and grab a nail. You can purchase glory if you’ve got rage for sale.
Your rage can purify and clean. The scorching light will set the scene and when the twilight comes you’ll see;
I bought your animosity, sold you what you want to see. Because under greed, all motives pale.
Like anything, your rage is for sale.
Call me demon, call you slave. Your life my play. I’m pushing down on you to find faults, twist screws.
Look up despair and swear, I blind your eyes and black your air. This is your mind, I’d know, I’m in your head.
You’re made of glass, your hearts been tapped to crack your shell and make you hate.
I plant your seed and wait to detonate.
Rage.