the way you think
your human stink
the flesh is off the hand
the people’s hate
the sadness of fate
has pushed me over again
you’ll pay
i promise you that
in the end it all comes back
and you will wish you were dead
with my fist closed
you’ll soon know
the pain that’s coming to you
you earned it
you bought it
old feelings arising
there’s nothing surprising
about the inner carnage coming to life
into the fire
you will burn
then you see there’s nowhere to turn
and you will pay for what you’ve done
this sadness dying
turn to hate
you brought this on yourself
let’s just call it fate