Napalm Death - Abbatoir текст песни

Feel my hate for you and your kind,
for the shit you believe in your minds.
You feel nothing -
you just lied to me.
You have no emotions -
just satisfied smiles.

Abattoir

Your mind is like an abattoir
You used me like
a lamb for slaughter.
I never believed
a word you said.
I`ll piss on your grave -
laugh when you`re dead.