Letra de Recipe for Hate... Warhorse (2019 - Remaster)
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 aloneIn a broken mold they made me The black sheep of the family Worth less than zero My opinion and room temperature IQI did something, now I'm nothing Always wrong with this or that Poisoned with fear Watch it twist my measly brain madTalk about me when my back 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 itDark clouds on the horizon Make it hard to breathe A walking mistake But every time I run away, I just come back for moreThe 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 gameI'm feeling quite invisible I feel just like thin air The truth taunts me That nobody wants meI see the Earth below me I watch it spin 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 meI'm left riding a warhorse A man without a country