Defend yourself There is something hunting you It is your destiny
It is of hate, it is of pureness A slinking paranoia Deep in your brain
It is your purpose for that you were born It is your nature
Try to stop it For it won't stop hunting you This persecuting sensation
It is a mission Already predestined It is of hate, it is of pureness
It is the definition Of what you once called life Filled of hate FILLED OF HATE
Defend yourself There is something hunting you It is your hateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
