Recipe For Hate...warhorse Lyrics

Recipe For Hate...warhorse

Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets
My faults were letters carved in
stone
As meaningful to you as words written in water
I'm left to walk
this world alone

In a broken mold they made me
The black sheep of the
family
Worth less than zero my opinion
And room temperature IQ

I
did something, now I'm nothing
Always wrong with this or that
Poisoned
with fear watch it twist
My measly brain mad

Talk about me when my
bac is turned
Next time we meet it will be to late
The memory burned in
my ears of what you said
And now I've got a recipe for hate. Taste
it

Dark clouds on the horizon
Make it hard to breathe
A walking
mistake but every time
I run away, I just come back for more

The
choice is clear I can quit
And fall on my sword or light a fire
To see
who runs or stays
And plays the confidence game

...Warhorse
I'm
feeling quite invisible
I feel just like thin air
The truth taunts
me

I see the earth below me
I watch it spinning there
Does
someone, somewhere
Out there hear me?

Sentenced to walk in
Purgatory
My life is running down
I can't believe what they've done to
me

I'm left riding a Warhorse
A man without a country