Recipe for Hate...Warhorse

歌词

Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets 

My faults were letters carved in stone 

As meaningful to you as words written in water 

I'm left to walk this world alone 

In a broken mold they made me 

The black sheep of the family 

Worth less than zero my opinion 

And room temperature IQ 

I did something, now I'm nothing 

Always wrong with this or that 

Poisoned with fear watch it twist 

My measly brain mad 

Talk about me when my bac is turned 

Next time we meet it will be to late 

The memory burned in my ears of what you said 

And now I've got a recipe for hate. Taste it 

Dark clouds on the horizon 

Make it hard to breathe 

A walking mistake but every time 

I run away, I just come back for more 

The choice is clear I can quit 

And fall on my sword or light a fire 

To see who runs or stays 

And plays the confidence game 

...Warhorse 

I'm feeling quite invisible 

I feel just like thin air 

The truth taunts me 

I see the earth below me 

I watch it spinning there 

Does someone, somewhere 

Out there hear me? 

Sentenced to walk in Purgatory 

My life is running down 

I can't believe what they've done to me 

I'm left riding a Warhorse 

A man without a country

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