Hatred Is Their Weapon of Choice

Feel the hatred pierce his skin
They must think he's made of tin

Pick up a gun
And end her fun

Make it quicker
Turn the blood red
And let it boil thicker

She's turns away
They don't want her to stay

Claim your prize
You've failed according to your father's eyes
You only gotten three tries.
He said that you never even tried.

He'll never get to see his bride.
She was a prisoner inside the wine.

Far away
To close for a commitment
Go on and take it.

Hatred is their weapon of choice.
He doesn't want to hear her velvet voice

Crash and burn
Baby it is your turn
Sympathy isn't for the weak.
We've all heard that it was your week

Black and white.
Sooner or later he's going to die

Hatred is his weapon of choice.