A crown of thorns adorned your head
But your blood tasted like iron
And not the wine you wished you bled

I did everything I could
To not learn anything from you
But how to be a martyr

I must have taken part in the violence
I can't have only been a victim
I must have guided the hand that broke me
I was shaped by abuse, now I'm the vermin son

Your teeth aren't the only part of you in my veins
This anxiety’s a black stone you vomited out
When you swallowed your children
When you swallowed your children

I must have taken part in the violence
I can't have only been a victim
I must have guided the hand that broke me
I was shaped by abuse, now I'm the vermin son

You must have engraved the worst parts of you
In my bones
I'm some sick attempt to reverberate the evils that you have sewn
Into your home
Into your home

I don't hate you anymore
Because if I did, that would mean that I still think of you at all
I don't hate you anymore
Because if I did, that would mean that I still think of you at all

I don't hate you anymore
I don't hate you anymore