Pure hate breeds on the soil Feeding the gap between chaos and fear of Scar like emotions pending on your scrapes Held as future for some Burning the ashes down for lack of Bleeding commitments a one way to demise Is this your knife? Plunged in my back Hate will prevail Torture, cancel your will Struggle and contemplating all for none The scalpers return without a trace Is this your knife? Plunged in my back Hate will prevail On your knees and pray for sickness Then bring forth the mortals Waiting for the one to grind you down Is this your knife? Plunged in my back Hate will prevail