Aesthetics of Hate

You tried to spit in the eye

Of a dead man's face

Attacked the ways of a man

Not yet in his grave

But your hate was over all too soon

Because nothing is over

And nothing's through,

Till we bury you

For the love of brother

I will sing this fucking song

Aesthetics of hate,

I hope you burn in hell

The words I read on the screen

Left me fucking sick

I felt the hatred rising

You son of a bitch

You branded us pathetic for our respect

But he made us Driven,

Such deep reverence,

Far beyond the rest

For the love of brother

I will sing these fucking words

Aesthetics of hate,

I hope you burn in hell

Yer!

Wow!

Long live memories

Live this freedom vicariously

Defend tenfold

His honor we'll always uphold

For the love of brother

I will say these fucking words

No silence against ignorance

Iconoclast, I hope you burn in hell

May the hand of god strike them down