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.