Hate Makes Hate (Cyclone Temple)

Conquerers write the book for the conquered History now becomes his story No history is a man without country No past means no identity [Bridge] Never will I turn the other cheek If every dog has its day I deserve a week What comes around and you know the rest And when it comes I'll be there [Chorus]: I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired Do I love to hate from all the years of soul decay I close my eyes but I never sleep Thoughts of pain that break my peace I taste the rage in every tear The hate man makes I fear You write the rules You keep the score When I master the game You erase the board No history, is a man without country No past, means no identity [Bridge] Never will I turn the other cheek If every dog has its day I deserve a week What comes around and you know the rest And when it comes I'll be there [Chorus] I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired Do I love to hate from all the years of soul decay I close my eyes but I never sleep Thoughts of pain that break my peace I taste the rage in every tear The hate man makes I fear