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 – I'd 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 inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.