P.O.S. - Death Of An Era

Spite fills my veins at the thought of you

An unquenchable malice that cannot be tamed by any

Your demise is the only way

I will ever be at ease

I will ever be

The fact that you think that you ever meant anything

Sits in my stomach like a brick of cyanide

So run your mouth and chase your stupid fucking fame

I’ll always know I’m fucking better than you

So blow your lines like the cunt you are

Face it

Your kind is poisoning the world

Fucking face it

You’re just the venom in our blood

You are nothing

A drugged addicted piece of shit

You’re such a piece of shit

Strung out bitch

This is pitiful

You claim it’s all for fun

Truth is you have no self control

And you say this isn’t always the way it’s going to be

They say forgive and forget but I won’t when I know what you did to me

I won’t forget what you did to me

I will make you beg

I am fear itself

I am the root of your self loathing

I am hatred, I am dread

I’m fear itself

I’m fear itself

Give in to your fears, give in to me

Spite fills my veins at the thought of you

I am above you

Look up at me from your place at my feet