Home Is Where the Hatred Is

some things you take to the grave like a hatred transcending no fucking pleasure all pain with only myself to blame I am not right not free darkness swallows me loathe torn fucked up forever out of control loathe in hell

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

every pig hung in the streets fucking paradise with their bellies slit with enough guts to hang their leaders with the struggle is all I have master vs. slave ride for revenge I ride for revenge look at what they’ve fucking done to us greetings from the fucking slums I ride for revenge a black mask and a dead fucking pig I ride for revenge pigs dead pigs cowards my own fucking no knock driving over steel gates kicking over ivory doors drag them out by their hair beat them in the streets rape the house without windows on its bars covered in pig blood and gasoline screaming into dead eyes finally prove your worth like all those before rising out of ruin struggle on in a world burning to hell this suffering is for you your world is burning no knock

it is all I have a life wasting away I’m covered with sores a symptom of my loss a chain over the neck of the fucking bagman I’ll just smoke to dust to dust a toast to my alcoholism a smoke to my struggle bag man witness no one around me to relate to this the sting of all wounds stain my world black my only companion in this fucking nightmare is the darkness I conceal the sting of all wounds stains me with blood  in over my head in this life as trash trash raped discarded filled with the stone that is my heart submerged chained to a life of nothingness my hate is real my hate is me die slow

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?