House Of Hate

HOUSE OF HATE - Written by Carroll Bryant

People are stupid 

That I believe

No way to stop it

No way to turn this world around

Tear this planet down

Start it all over again 

The odds are we never will

People are crazy

This I can see

No communication

Just lies on T.V.

So turn this world around

Tear this planet down

Could earth ever rise again?

The odds are we never will

We won't win

We can't win

We won't win

We can't win

It's in our own filth that we lay

It's in our own house of hate that we pray

We live in our own disgust 

We're disgusting

We're horrible

We're disgusting

We're horrible

We are pigs living in our own pigpen 

We are fighting ourselves and each other again

We are eager to go the distance

We're just not willing

And we can't win

We won't win

We will never win again

But we will try again

People are stupid

All then to know

No way to teach them

No way to turn this world around

Tear this dying planet down

Change the course of fate

It's too late

Is it too late?

It's much too late

"Yes, it is too late. We won't win. We can't win. We're much too disgusting like pigs in a pigpen. We are so horrible to each other. It's our fate. We can't change. We can't evolve. Not like that. Not that fast. This world is dying. This planet is slowing down. The galaxy wants us out. The universe."

Turn this world around

Or tear this planet down

Start it all over and over again

The odds are that we will never win

Let's try this once again

Over and over again

Let's give it one more final try

Before we ... and then we ... die