Do not fall down into despair This is not your last prayer This anguish is only for the meek You might feel dead deep inside But from me you cannot hide This stench of fear makes you reek You're weak, afraid, you're dead I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of I am what burns you up from inside This hate is like cyanide ♪ Do not push down, float with the stream Suppress a silent scream Deprived of all that makes a man Hear me now the voice within Let the pain from this begin Float just like acid through your veins These chains, pinned down, you're dead I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of I am what burns you up from inside This hate is like cyanide I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of I am what burns you up from inside This hate is like cyanide ♪ (This hate is like cyanide) ♪ I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of I am what burns you up from inside This hate is like cyanide I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of (that your nightmares are made of) I am what burns you up from inside This hate is like cyanide (this hate is like cyanide)