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 in