Rage Is My Food, Hate Is My Guide

Rage is my food, hate is my guide...!

Be strong!
Be prepared
Cause there's no truce
The life will you beat you
Once more
When you less expect;
You wanna cry, so cry!
But take care, cause this can make you weaker.
Everyday a new experience,
A new frustration...
Somebody betrays you, disappoints you, and dies!
A whore! life sometimes seems to have no scruples, no moral,
Cold and impartial, i don't understand its purposes...
Be strong!
Be prepared
Cause there's no truce. (repete)
In justice of men
Should i trust?
Don't make me laugh!
Rotten are those men,
They're making laws for themselves
For their game of interests!
Justice (repete) is made by the scythe of death,impartial to everyone;
But i am sick and tired,
Of that false moral, that hypocrisy,
Be strong!
Be prepared
Cause there's no truce.
That the men drown in their own poison;
Cause i wanna live, but if death comes, patience,
But if it's not my time, fuck you death!
Because i am ready,
Fed by rage and driven by hate...(repete)
Be strong!
Be prepared
Cause there's no truce.
Because i am ready,
Fed by rage and driven by hate...(repete)