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
Chorus: For the love of 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 hatred 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
