Hate + bombs + hate + Guns
Twisted bodies = some one’s sons
The wounded cry, some one dies
No one cares?
Sides are taken, in the confusion
Hate breed’s hate, spare the illusion
The wounded cry, some one dies
And we all know fucking why
Red blood, blood red
Bad blood, bloodshed
Red blood, blood red
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