Aesthetics Of Hate Lyrics by Machine Head

Aesthetics Of Hate

Woooaah!

You tried to spit in the eye
Of a dead mans face
Attacked the ways of a man
Not yet in his grave
But your hate was over all too soon
Because nothing is over,
Nothings through,
Till we bury you

For the love of brother
I will sing this fucking song
Aesthetics of hate,
I hope you burn in hell

Woooaah!

The words I read on the screen
Left me fucking sick
I felt the hatred rising
You son of a bitch
You branded us pathetic for our respect
But he made us driven,
Such deep reverence,
Far beyond the rest

For the love of brother
I will sing these fucking words
Aesthetics of hate,
I hope you burn in hell

Woooaah!

Long live memories
Live this freedom vicariously
Defend tenfold
His honor well always uphold

For the love of brother
I will say these fucking words
No silence against ignorance
Iconoclast, I hope you burn, burn in hell

May the hand of God strike them down
May the hand of God strike them down
May the hand of God strike them down
May the hand of God strike them down
Strike them down...

Woooaah!

May the hand of God strike them down
May the hand of God strike them down
May the hand of God strike them down
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