You tried to spit in the eye of a dead man's face Attacked the ways of a man not yet in his grave But your hate was over all too soon Because nothing is over, and nothing's through 'Til we bury you For the love of brother I will sing this f**ing song Aesthetics Of Hate I hope you burn in hell The words I read on the screen left me f**ing sick I felt the hatred rising You son of a b**h You branded us pathetic for our respect But he made us Driven such deep reverence Far beyond the rest For the love of brother I will sing this f**ing song Aesthetics of hate I hope you burn in hell Long live memories Live his freedom vicariously Defend tenfold his honor we'll always uphold For the love of brother I will say these f**ing words No silence against ignorance Iconoclast, I hope you burn in hell May the hands of god strike them down