Deathklok
Hatredy
Strapping for the jury,tell your friends of fury,comedy is death, hatredy.Step into this moonlight,"doctor in this dead light"Tragic running more, Hatredy.Through the rape of night, blinded by your might,Irony in spite, sometimes "in the light"Think to die on stage, shredded by your rageHating your own face, comedy is disgraceYou I hate, await your fate,Your time has come, to die on stage.
From Letras Mania