Текст песни Traitors Product Of Hate

Welcome to a place where brotherhood is the laughing stock,
a place where only hate develops & all potential happiness rots.

I've seen it first hand, neck deep in shit,
walk a mile in my shoes and realize they dont seem to fit.

Well all are a product of hate,
but I've become a prime example.

Another fake face,
Another fake place.

Bliss dissolves to anger, I'm playing roulette with a full chamber [2x]

Home is where the hurt is, another fake face, another place.

Home is where the hurt is.

Everyone you think you truly know will fucking change. Where has everybody gone to? [2x]