Spite and Hate
These happy days are shrouded in ashes
From the burning of spite and hate
And as my heart is pounding
The off-beats of normality
I see there is no more time
And my blood sets off the cataclysmic events
Aching to reach the catacombs of night
Erasing all you ever meant
You left me to my own devices
You picked the scab of the city
But they're only coming after me
I trusted my soul to thee
And you broke the diamonds guarding my mind
I see there is no more time
As the demons pick the lock
You forgot to close the gate
And now I'm burning in a cloud of spite and hate
So I heard they lit the stage
To engulf you in venomous glory
So I heard you hit the age
To over-exaggerate your own story
This is a distraction for your years
Because as soon as I start to explain
You'll clamp your hands over your ears
And refuse to hear a thing
Burn my logic with spite and hate
Because you're a hopeless liar
We were only a lifetime too late
Now we burn in the fire
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