Hate Delivery

If someone want you to die
And we know about it
Then we’ll deliver
The package with
HATE
Some little hate if
You did the shit to somebody
Then we’ll come
And then it will be too
Late to run away
No one will ever hide
From the fair-minded
Postman’s hand
Is this realy grinds your gears?
This realy makes you mad?
Do you really want to tear them up?
When bruises are on your body
You are damaged deep inside
Can’t tell mother and father
You must go to
Fight
Fight!
In the dark room
You’re trying to hide
All your fears inside the box
«I'm feeling good
I’m feeling fine»
You answer with a trembling…
Call me a dweep
Man you might be harder
Fucking freak
Stay away from me
I did nothing to you
Please! Let me out
Are you feeling growing heat
Is it makes you insane?
Do you want to let them bleed
Let them feel your fucking pain
Well! We came to you to stop distruction of your world
Now it’s time to let it out
Time to say the final word
Just say the final word
And you will never be
Afraid anymore
Just say it once. We’ll make them bleed
In the dark room
You’re trying to hide
All your fears inside the box
«I'm feeling good
I’m feeling fine»
You answer with a trembling voice
There’s no reason to hide it
This all deep inside your head
Don’t be afraid, just try it!
Bring up their hate!