Killer

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