A passion for my rage
With my sights of darkness
The atrocities at hand I must bare
Entangled in a state
So cold, so dormant
My sickened rageful state
My hateful lair
Saturated in dejection
Saturated in dejection
Hardened by this reality
Sights of vengeance ever so clear
Compelled to rejuvenate this world of hate
Into a mass of chaos and fear
Saturated in dejection
Saturated in dejection
The sickening things that I witness
I derive distinct visions
From the sickening thoughts that they confess
Hatred at its purest form
I now become my saving grace
Viciously repelling my disgrace
My reasoning is out of control
Constituting reformed laws
So compelled to what I've witnessed
Mesmerizing so enticing
I revel in their grief
I confess, my vision is my religion
I now become my saving grace
Exiling all this human waste
I deny your emotions
You perjurers, deny your falsifications
You perjurers
You perjurers
You perjurers