| Song | Blankeyed |
| Artist | Hatesphere |
| Album | Ballet of the Brute |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Give me back my anger | |
| 'Cause I’ve been trying to live without | |
| Failing miserably very step on the way | |
| It’s my crutch and it’s my sword | |
| That makes me hard – so hard! | |
| I need this mask to wear | |
| I need this blankeyed stare | |
| I need this thorn in my side | |
| I need someone to hate, to make it all right | |
| And I find that I’m alive | |
| Everything in this world must die! | |
| This rage boils inside of me | |
| I know I’m in control | |
| I’m no longer feeling lost | |
| I can make my own truth | |
| No longer scared of the thing I can’t comprehend | |
| I crush it all under one foot | |
| And I find that I’m alive | |
| Everything in this world must die! | |
| This rage boils inside of me | |
| I know I’m in control | |
| Nothing can stand against me | |
| No room in my world for opposition | |
| And I turn my gaze on you | |
| This blankeyed stare |
| Give me back my anger | |
| ' Cause I' ve been trying to live without | |
| Failing miserably very step on the way | |
| It' s my crutch and it' s my sword | |
| That makes me hard so hard! | |
| I need this mask to wear | |
| I need this blankeyed stare | |
| I need this thorn in my side | |
| I need someone to hate, to make it all right | |
| And I find that I' m alive | |
| Everything in this world must die! | |
| This rage boils inside of me | |
| I know I' m in control | |
| I' m no longer feeling lost | |
| I can make my own truth | |
| No longer scared of the thing I can' t comprehend | |
| I crush it all under one foot | |
| And I find that I' m alive | |
| Everything in this world must die! | |
| This rage boils inside of me | |
| I know I' m in control | |
| Nothing can stand against me | |
| No room in my world for opposition | |
| And I turn my gaze on you | |
| This blankeyed stare |
| Give me back my anger | |
| ' Cause I' ve been trying to live without | |
| Failing miserably very step on the way | |
| It' s my crutch and it' s my sword | |
| That makes me hard so hard! | |
| I need this mask to wear | |
| I need this blankeyed stare | |
| I need this thorn in my side | |
| I need someone to hate, to make it all right | |
| And I find that I' m alive | |
| Everything in this world must die! | |
| This rage boils inside of me | |
| I know I' m in control | |
| I' m no longer feeling lost | |
| I can make my own truth | |
| No longer scared of the thing I can' t comprehend | |
| I crush it all under one foot | |
| And I find that I' m alive | |
| Everything in this world must die! | |
| This rage boils inside of me | |
| I know I' m in control | |
| Nothing can stand against me | |
| No room in my world for opposition | |
| And I turn my gaze on you | |
| This blankeyed stare |