it burns! it burns! it burns my eyes and throat, but i need no antidote. gnawing and tearing at my insides - seething, keeping me alive - hatred poisons me through and through - a sustenance - keeping me true. it's not too late. it's never gonna be too late. embrace your hate. the pain! the pain it crushes me. i gain animosity. acid sweat and bloody tears, through it all i preserve. some sedate through indifference but i withheld zero tolerance |