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



Fill solos - Mustaine



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



Solo - Pitrelli



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



Fill solos - Mustaine



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



Solo - Pitrelli





...Warhorse

I'm feeling quite invisible

I feel just like thin air

The truth taunts me



Solo - Mustaine



I see the earth below me

I watch it spinning there

Does someone, somewhere

Out there hear me?



Solo - Pitrelli



Sentenced to walk in Purgatory

My life is running down

I can't believe what they've done to me



Solo - Mustaine



I'm left riding a Warhorse

A man without a country



Solos - Mustaine, Pitrelli, Mustaine, Pitrelli


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