Malice

Bring out your dead Bring me their heads An execution is at hand These are you false prophets selling you armageddon These are the ones who are telling you that you are safe These are the ones who are taking your life away Day by day we cleanse the w

Midnight,cling to your soul You are writing in pain Fire calling you back to suffer again Anger results in failure You believe in a dying god Burning,you cannot look the other way You believe in a dying god Will tomorrow bring you pain ? Will tomorro

I am stuck here with a torn up soul that can never Be mended you, you destroyed my dreams i, i sat Silently never knowing how much you stole and how I suffered never knowing incapable of love... Your smile, your deep brown eyes, your skin so soft And

For every minute I have wasted upon you And all the days that I have spent Trying to destroy you Destroy you You had cursed me in those days In the ways that always had me...led astray From my convictions From what I had built What the fuck are you..

My hate is built on grief, a lust for revenge to ease the guilt. A condition Of helplessness where you're suffering is my only cure. I worship the Bitterness to increase the pain and prolong the mourning. Remorse means Nothing at all my hate has blin