There's a seed of hatred buried within
It's filled with rage, soaked in sin
It begins to grow, bursts into a tree
Filling every empty inch of me
It fills the heart, bursts the lungs
From these trees you'll be strung
When this rage has reached its peak
No solace you'll find, death you'll seek
My helping hand, will provide escape
Your limbs I'll bind, your mouth I'll tape
Your silhouette dangles in the setting sun
And at last this ***** deed is done