It burns! It burns! It burns my eyes and throat, but I need no antidote.
Gnawing and tearing at my insides -
seething, keeping me alive - hatred poisons me through and through -
a sustenance - keeping me true. It's not too late.
It's never gonna be too late.
Embrace your hate. The pain! The pain!
The pain it crushes me. I gain animosity. Acid sweat and
bloody tears, through it all I preserve.
Some sedate through indifference but I withheld zero tolerance.
1 | Miss Murder |
2 | 17 Crimes |
3 | I Hope You Suffer |
4 | Medicate |
5 | Days Of The Phoenix |
6 | Prelude 12/21 |
7 | This Time Imperfect |
8 | God Called In Sick Today |
9 | Kiss my eyes |
10 | Halloween |