The bile and blame, this sorry game
Is all that infects my weary eyes
They shed fears in sulphuric tears
That sing of too many long goodbyes

Feeding you dirt to watch you squirt
Plaguing this disease-infested earth
Your mind's askew, the best part of you
Dripped down your mother's leg at birth

You play, you lie; I choke, I die
On the dream I've nurtured all my life
Karma failed but you'll die impaled
One day upon my hate-encrusted knife