Hate venerating hate Begs to be repaid, And never seems to fade. Spite consummating spite The medicated bile That keeps us on our way with the worms. Outside, caught up in this killing tide Open the gates and I get blown away. Gone, pride, sold out to this chilling shrine, With no way to break the collars of those chains. But I can change the sulphur in the vein The pressure in the flame In reverence if I can murder the killer in me. Change the mother in the snake The message in the brain In reverence if I can murder the killer in me. Burn Id love to watch you burn Shed your hot black skin, And run from your own flames. Waste a lifetime I could waste While away the days, Just dreaming of your face. The wrong hand is giving in, In times of change. The wrong hand is giving in.
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