Hey mate
So you lost all your faith
Lost all your self esteem
And then you met hate
Your black dressed mistress
No matter neighbour or friend
Daily on hatred command
You play this unwell defend
With no desired end
So many innocent targets
So many wounding shots
But in the end mate
You will be lost
But you can give it up
Give up the hate
You can trust me
It would be great
But you can give it up
Give up the hate
You can trust me
It would be great
Why do you worship hate
Your default mental state please tell me mate
Cause if this doesn't fade
You have to start to be afraid
If this house will be build
If this state dominate
Imagine the fruit born
Will hatred bring next morning
So many innocent targets
So many wounding shots
But in the very end my friend
You will be lost
But you can give it up
Give up the hate
You can trust me
It would be great
But you can give it up
Give up the hate
You better trust me
It would be great