Slaughter To Prevail - Zavali Ebalo (Instrumental) (Artem Komlev)

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Why Do You Hate Me?

Why Do You Hate Me

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I love ya, ya dickhead.

When darkness drowns the daylight, and hope is on the run,
How the fuck can you keep going, when the world’s just come undone?
When your future burns on the pyre of the richest's twisted game,
While the climate’s getting hotter, and we're circling the drain.


With the threat of war and chaos, and shadows creeping deep,
Where the fuck do you find strength, when all you fucking want is sleep?
You're clinging to some purpose, desperately holding on,
Raging through the endless dark, still searching for a dawn.


Still, in your darkest moments, when the world's a crushing load,
At least you've got us mates around to walk this twisted road.
We're just as fucked up as you are, or even more by far,
But either we get out together or we don't get out at all.


So raise your feeble voice and let it echo through the flame,
In the anthem of the broken, lets just sing right through the shame.
No saviour’s gonna save us, no system’s gonna bend —
But fuck it all, we won't go quiet — just hold my hand be strong my friend.


Oi! You — yeah you!
 This guy! See this guy?! 
This. Guy. Is. AWESOME.
No, seriously. Trust me, you want to hear this, The bar'll still be there in 30 seconds after my story!
Awesome, as I say.
Despite! ...
Despite mind you, despite that time they used my kettle to cook spaghetti. twice. TWICE!....
It efficiently set off the fire alarm in two flats, anyway.
Then there was that time they got banned from that caravan park for “accidental" nudity. 
Err, Accidental nudity... plus fireworks... 
DEAD. SET. LEGEND.


The mirror’s cracked and spidered , my bottle’s running dry,
I scream into the bathroom mirror, in the hope I’m still alive.
My brain’s a twitching circuit, fried out from the noise,
But it'll have to do for now, I need it still, a few more hills. 
I'm coming mate, just stay right there.
because this fight is our fight,
I'm here, I got your back it's us right to the end
My mental health can go fuck itself
I'm here for you, my friend.


So raise your broken voice, I want to hear you
let it echo past the flames, 
Past the burned out wrecks of cars, ruins of our lives, 
past the smoking smouldering fucking fetid pile, of our hopes lost to time
Let's scream the anthem of the broken, let's scream until our throats are raw, and then let's scream some more.
No saviour’s gonna save us,
no system’s gonna bend —
but fuck it if i don't have youse. 
And that's the best I hope to get.


Err, hmm... where was I? 
He forgets his keys all the fuckin time, 
but he never misses the moment that matters. 
Ole mate's been bent, cracked, shouted down — 
but never broken. 
Art and creativity leaks from his pores 
(and he never bathes so so that creativity gets really smelly).
Oi Dickhead. I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times.
For fucks sake!
I've seen you hold someone's hand at the worst time in their life and hold on to yourself. For hours.
And, if I remember correctly, and hours and hours. And Hours!
They're a, they're a, a walking contradiction. They tell me they're broken.
They're not fucking wrong. But here's the thing, all you've got there is a broken, a mosaic made from a thousand glorious fuckups.
Yeah, I know they're listening. I want them to hear this. I'm hoping they might accidentally realise that they're actually fucking awesome, and I am grateful for every moment I've spent in their presence,
Even though they're a cunt.


They sell you shiny futures, but there's a noose behind the smile,
Say “you can change the system!”...  If you play along awhile.
But we see the strings they’re pulling, the script they’ve sold before —how about we just burn the stage down, let's not play puppet anymore.

Friends

I am still re learning vocals again, i have focused more on my clean singing recently so really facied doing something with a bit of agression. i have never liked how the singer of chimaera sung this song so i sped it up a touch and added a more modern hardcore edge to it! enjoy!

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