Machine Head - Aesthetics Of Hate | Текст песни

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You tried to spit in the eye
of a dead man's face
Attacked the ways of a man
not yet in his grave
But your hate was over all too soon
Because nothing is over,
and nothing's through,
'Til we bury you

For the love if brother
I will sing this fucking song
Aesthetics of hate,
I hope you burn in hell

The words I read on the screen
left me fucking sick
I felt the hated rising
you son of a bitch
You branded us pathetic for our respect
But he made us DRIVEN,
such deep reverence,
FAR BEYOND the rest

Long live memories
Live his freedom vicariously
Defend tenfold,
his honor we'll always uphold

For the love of brother
I will say these fucking words
No silence against ignorance
Iconoclast, I hope you burn in hell

May the hand of God strike them down