The Violent Act - Hatesphere

Cheat and lie your way to the top

Guess it’s cold when your act has dropped

Feast alone on your new found glory

The scars on your soul tell a different story

In complete denial of the violent act

Forced upon defenseless people

You had sworn to protect

You feel you don’t have to give anything back

So out of touch, spoiled and relentless

You let us all believe your devious lies

Let us down cold and senseless

As the caring mother

You were supposed to be

It’s evident, you failed miserably

Dirt on your hands

Mud on your back

You better come clean

And drop the violent act

Communication is the key to all success

That might explain your failed progress