It's on the horizon
Skins start boiling
Do you smell it
It burns the nostrils
Maniacal laughter sings
I lay among the bloody
Knifes stick from my skin
Each word ripped flesh
It dangles in the humidity
I still hear the chanting
Fuck you too
This wasted soul doesn't bow
Spill curses
Spill blood
Fucking spill hate
I don't care
Bitterness is mine
We rule the day
Screw you
The filth you partake of
Will be a pit
I hope you drown
Drown in sin
My sin boiling in bitterness
