Dealers of Guilt letra

Twisting the truth with a tongue so worthless that even the taste of shit goes to waste, vomit those words in case someone hasn't heard your opinion!
Raise yourself to be a preacher; tell the people how to live a sorry life, pretending you're not condescending.
I hate your guts!
The parasites dealing this guilt with their lies,
I dream of the day when the last of those leeches will die, WILL DIE!
Worthless words from a worthless mouth, but the noise you make heard over the truth.
I'm not listening so quit your endless bitchin'.
Let Me Be!
False preacher, a mail-order Jesus got the answers I don't fucking want.
You're not a master, I'm not a puppet.
Go stare at a barrel of a gun!

Profane Omen - Letras

• ...Hate...
• Adrenaline
• Are You a God?
• Base
• Breed Suffocation, Breed Extinction
• Burial Hymn (Gravelands)
• Dealers of Guilt
• Disconnected
• Dodge
• Father
• FMH (Fuck Me Hollow)
• Generation Doom (Count Me Out)
• God in a Bottle
• I Have Seen
• In Fear
• In the Middle I Breathe
• Information
• Label of Black
• Learning To Die
• Left to Desintegrate
• Load of Lead
• Painbox
• Rewind
• Right to Retaliate
• Slave to the Grind (Skid Row Cover)
• Superpowertrip
• Throw Your Stones
• Wild Child (W.A.S.P. Cover)