Recipe for Hate... Warhorse Lyrics


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 I.Q.

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 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

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