running cold... This hate is not gone - You make me want to start a war Because you waited so long - You don't know what you're fighting for I know this hate is not gone
Превод: Stone Sour. Hate Не Gone.
Goes without scrutiny, Becomes inherited Victimology history. Heart grows Cold as stone. Sharpens the soul, Works over flesh and bone, till it's tough and unbreakable and all softness is gone
We're not finished! With my fingers crossed behind my back I let your words slip through my cracks This person you perceived is dead and gone I fucking hate
