I'd kill you was I given half a chance Yes, I'd like to watch you burning while you dance You make every atom in me want to cry You twist every word of truth into a lie Your the unmistakable reason for all pain Just the very thought of you drives me insane But I'm fulfilled Because eventually time will kill The very space you occupy Right there at the top of the hill In this cold inbred excuse for a world I see you on the corner with your friends I can only hope it won't be long for them You sycophantic weasel-minded whores You would sell your mother's cunt to open doors You're the irrepressible reason for my shame You make all god's colours look exactly the same But I'm fulfilled Because eventually time will kill The very space you occupy Right there at the top of the hill In this cold inbred excuse for a world I'm lost in the garden of the numb Lost in the garden of the numb Lost in the garden of the numb