Killer - Antimatter

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