Weaponise Lyrics

Hate, composed Hate.
Falsely accused and wrongly abused all because I did the things you told me to do.
Set up to take the fall, oblivious to it all.
Don't let your instinct take over, compose your hate, weaponise the exposure.

Bang bang you're dead.
Fifty bullets in your fucking head.
Just like Edmond Dantés,
Biding your time has the sweetest revenge.

Had the tools to set me free, that buried me alive instead.
Used your power to keep me sweet till I realised that my chances were six feet deep.
Undeserving self indulging false authority, ivory towers filled with gold by profiting from the weak.
As I push the knife in deeper and deeper your blue blood still runs red, there ain't supremacy when you're dead.

Hate, composed Hate.
Falsely accused and wrongly abused all because I did the things you told me to do.
Set up to take the fall, oblivious to it all.
Don't let your instinct take over, compose your hate, weaponise the exposure.

Bang bang you're dead.
Fifty bullets in your fucking head.
Just like Edmond Dantés,
Biding your time has the sweetest revenge.

If you really want to succeed better get yourself some enemies.
'Cos being loved by everyone doesn't drive you half as much as proving them all wrong.