recipe for hate, taste it Dark clouds on the horizon Make it hard to breathe A walking mistake but every time I run away I just come back for more
Next time we meet it will be to late The memory burned in my ears of what you said And now I've got a recipe for hate. Taste it [Fill solos - Mustaine
Preklad: Megadeth. Recept na nenávisť ... ťahúň.
