Hate Makes Hate

Conquerers write the Book For the conquered History, now becomes, his story No history, like a man without country No past, means no identity [Bridge:] Never will I turn the other cheek If every dog has it's 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 breaks 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&Chorus]