Spite Songtext
von The Enforcers

Turn away, don′t look at me
Cut your throat, with a broken dream

Can't you smell the spite on my breath?
The festering hatred (And the) rotting in my chest?

I gotta swing my fists

I′ll shed blood, before I shed a tear
Laugh in your face, when it's riddled with fear

All I can offer is this body of rage
And you are the target, that's imposing on me


The violence in our minds, it can′t be pacified
I can′t drown it out, I gotta, I gotta, gotta satisfy

I gotta swing my fists

Hear the clamour of the boots behind you
It's the wild eyed menace
Of the wasted youth

Hit the ground running
But you′re not going anywhere
Carve it in the walls
For the proof that I was here

The violence in our minds, It can't be pacified
I can′t drown it out, I gotta, I gotta, gotta satisfy


I gotta swing my - fists