4 acessos
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!
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.