Hate, venerating hate. Begs to be repaid And never seems to fade Spire, consummating spite. The medical 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 head is giving in.