Traitors, Alex Teyen of Black Tongue - Product of Hate

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Welcome to a place where brotherhood is the laughing stock
A place where only hate develops & all potential happiness rots
I’ve seen it first hand, neck deep in shit
Walk a mile in my shoes and realize they don’t seem to fit
Well all are a product of hate
But I’ve become a prime example
Another fake face
Another fake place
Bliss dissolves to anger, I’m playing roulette with a full chamber
Home is where the hurt is, another fake face, another place
Home is where the hurt is
Everyone you think you truly know will fucking change. Where has everybody gone
to?