With unholy glee, i witness your defeat
Now that i have opened my eyes
The ambiguity of your argumentation
You cannot deny

Ad nauseam, i tried to empathize
It could have been a misconstruction
Now i see you otherwise
Only one thing you understand ... affliction

Vengeance is mine
The smell of death's anigh
Crossing the line
Between love and hate

Unable to distinguish truth and lies
Therefor you'll receive something that has died

Loss of faith in humankind
By my present of gore
I want to get more than even
You dirty little whore

Now that you've revealed
Your true face
The only thing i'm feeling now
Is a desideratum to abase