歌词
Standing so close to the edge pumping more until they burst
The only thing not being done is getting these bridges burned
Still sowing seeds of hate growing nicely in the weak
While preparing for the terror that is yet to be unleashed
With your gums oiled and greased and your biggest smile in place
Your role is that one of a priest to convert them all with haste
Still sowing seeds of hate growing nicely in the weak
While preparing for the terror that is yet to be unleashed
Another lie to calm things down
Storming - the winds of hate
Hating - all that you create