Man, if I could tear you down with the hate I've built up
I don't think I could be angry anymore after that
but that's not how it works,
It's something I've built, it's a building of hate

That if King Kong was around he would climb this building instead of the Empire State.
He'd get to the top and want to have them dangling with him
Not out of love or affection, but purely to crush you in his hand like I would
He'd make sure all of your bones didn't exist anymore
I would say dust, but even that form give them dignity.

They could go into space and I could still lock onto them
You can't hear anything up there
Though, I know my hate would echo off the edge of universe
Filling every little crevasse until the frequency blows their mind apart

It ***** so **** much, that inside, my bones chip themselves apart
They sharpen their edges so if they were to come close, my bones would rip out my skin
I'd hara kiri  rib bones through my chest just in the off chance they were behind me.

All of this would be nothing compared to what they did
Compared to the million of needles stuck in my flesh
Between feeding me such ******* every single meal
If words could strangle
I'd hope you choke on these words every single night.