This hate is so strong I must inhale fire! I will my cheeks to be bellows to the embers of the pyre You and your existence are one and the same But you can't stop screaming the rank of your name You're sharpening that axe but it couldn't cut muster Hacking at the neck, the victim cries "Suffer!" You're biting your teeth, all retch, no bile No one needs convincing of your Mona Lisa smile You're preaching to the choir, not one of them can sing The voices of the righteous sound violently thin The picture on the water is captivating You are the unfulfilled, the weaver of lucid dreams Stay a few seconds in silence Wherever you are, clearly you will hear our screams We will stamp you out You'll swallow ground We see beneath your mask, your lies, your crown We will stamp you out You'll swallow ground The crown is down With all our might we stamp you out If these walls could weep, we would surely drown You won't smile so smugly when you're swallowing the crown If these walls could weep, we'd surely drown The nail sticking out will be hammered down Inside this broken mirror, reflects a shattered soul Cast down like a stone The porcelain it crumbles, the vain, the cracks expose Painted flesh on bone The tomb awaits its mistress, preserve the rotten soul Bound in cloth, encased in gold