Hate Makes Hate

Conquerers write the book for the conquered

History now becomes his story

No history is a man without country

No past means no identity

[Bridge]

Never will I turn the other cheek

If every dog has its day I deserve a week

What comes around and you know the rest

And when it comes I'll be there

[Chorus]:

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired

Do I love to hate from all the years of soul decay

I close my eyes but I never sleep

Thoughts of pain that break my peace

I taste the rage in every tear

The hate man makes I fear

You write the rules

You keep the score

When I master the game

You erase the board

No history, is a man without country

No past, means no identity

[Bridge]

Never will I turn the other cheek

If every dog has its day I deserve a week

What comes around and you know the rest

And when it comes I'll be there

[Chorus]

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired

Do I love to hate from all the years of soul decay

I close my eyes but I never sleep

Thoughts of pain that break my peace

I taste the rage in every tear

The hate man makes I fear