Texty:
Arise Hate Rush

you. The target is aimed at you! You are the target now! [Chorus] You need to feel it, adrenaline rush of war. You need to feed it, the need to hate

all Good morning The clouds of smoke arise Arise arise full of eyes of eyes Your sons are suffocating their sisters And painting eyes on the walls With tongues dipped in blood Arise arise

it I was amazed One time glory right in my gaze I saw the sorrow, I saw the joy Right in the darkness none could destroy {chorus} And from the wreckage I will arise

assistant editor on the film Uncle Meat, and one day we were sitting around watching the Festival Hall shots, the rushes, and I saw Don come on the screen

hate but I can fuckin' see When you try to kill me taste the feel of who you like to be Lay the Fuck back down See your fate Try to rush me out running