Recipe for Hate... Warhorse lyrics

Part 1: Recipe for Hate

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 back is turned

Next time we meet, it will be too late

The memory burnt 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

Part 2: Warhorse

I'm feeling quite invisible

I feel just like thin air

The truth taunts me

That nobody wants me

I see the Earth below me

I watch it spin 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

• Artist:Megadeth
• Album:The World Needs a Hero