Two Minutes Of Hate

The curtains calling again
Your tempers ticking down
It’s nearly time to begin to
Enflame
Your timely mortal sin
You’ve had this bottled up and now its time to give in
Cause we all need someone to blame
2 minutes of hate
Point the finger name and shame
2 minutes of hate
So let the ink boil in your veins
Written in blood on the page
Draw up the cross hairs
Take your aim
2 minutes
2 minutes of hate
2 minutes of hate
2 minutes a day
Where do I begin?
The novel writing machines
Regurgitating enemies
Any remedy for your agenda or your smokescreen
You
Give infame to a pedestal
Nickname it unforgettable
Like if we’re choking on your slogans
You can, I don’t know…
Keep us alive
If we bury the migrants
You can keep us alive
But Whatever we say Whatever box we tick
You’ll put your drones in the sky
And take your aim, prick
So let the ink boil in your veins
Written in blood on the page
Draw up the cross hairs
Take your aim
2 minutes
2 minutes of hate
We’re just the messengers
We’re just the messengers
We’re just the messenger
They’re the authors of your pain
Go hang on your fucking puppet strings
I’m sorry
I’m not thinking
I’m under your control
So let the ink boil in your veins
Written in blood on the page
Draw up the cross hairs
Take your aim
2 minutes
2 minutes of hate
2 minutes of hate
2 minutes a day
They’re the authors of your pain
Now enrage
Enrage