Massacre

A place for the newlyweds and nearly-deads
I’m counting the stones, I hope you know I love you
Got a lot of friends six feet under us
Counting down the days 'till we join the party
Thoughts of your nightmare projected through mine
Hatred is something that we’re brought up to see
Now everybody’s looking at me
I hope they know
That they won’t get their satisfaction
Hated is something that we’re brought up to be
Now everybody’s looking at me
I hope they know
That they won’t get their satisfaction
Breathing in these lies is no surprise
These evil things are all we know
Lets take these lives where we want to go
The future is our prize, when the stars align
In the end it’s me and you
Almost there gotta see this through
Ghouls and ghosts will haunt my soul but they will never take me
Before I go, I want to show that we can make a difference
Hatred is something that we’re brought up to see
Now everybody’s looking at me
I hope they know
That they won’t get their satisfaction
Hated is something that we’re brought up to be
Now everybody’s looking at me
I hope they know
That they won’t get their satisfaction
Satisfaction
We’ve got some dumb perceptions
But I’ve got the death connection
All the hate that you have, just throw it away
Life is meant for more, but we’re too distracted
Too caught up in the anger and judgment
Caught up in the web of lies
I’ve heard these things keep our blood boiling
Keeps us alive, and moving forward
Well, fuck that
If that’s the case I was born a dead man
And I’m forever a ghost
Hatred is something that we’re brought up to see
Now everybody’s looking at me
I hope they know
That they won’t get their satisfaction
Hated is something that we’re brought up to be
Now everybody’s looking at me
I hope they know
That they won’t get their satisfaction
They won’t get their satisfaction