It burns! It burns!
It burns my eyes and throat, but I need no antidote.
Gnawing and tearing at my insides -
seething, keeping me alive -
hatred poisons me through and through - a sustenance - keeping me true.
It's not too late. It's never gonna be too late.
Embrace your hate.
The pain! The pain it crushes me.
I gain animosity.
Acid sweat and bloody tears, through it all I preserve.
Some sedate through indifference but I withheld zero tolerance.