Stir Up My Hatred

In a world that clings to hope, an awakening is promising
As the darkness beckons upon us, we wipe away this tragic dust
Fighting our way to a new tomorrow
Dragging our heads out of the shallows
because we're drowning in our blood
we're drowning in this flood
Born into this beast of immorality
Mangled in it's teeth of conformity
Never will we bow down in loyalty
Never will we be the minority

You can take our gold but you will never have our souls
You can take our earned silver but our hands will thus deliver a vengeance upon you
A bullet, and a noose
You'll fucking hang

You're a fucking leech
milking my silver as I chase the dream
Corrupt morals, narcissistic values
Stir up my hatred in the pot that you created
but play the innocent victim, blaming other for your sins

We are the tired ones
We are the vengeful sons born into this heinous world
Nefarious and treacherous
Blood will soon flow from the heads of the guilty souls
and only then we will reap the mead of it all
Stir up my hatred, stir up my hatred

We'll never fall in line to be butchered up
We'll never fall behind for we are of divine hearts
and when the plague sets in, we will always strike again
Like a thief in the night we will arrive with a jagged knife to end your life
You wont escape our vow, fate will not allow
Go ahead, stir up my hatred
We dream of a newfound land
Prosperity built by the carcass of our own hands