P.O.S.

Spite fills my veins at the thought of you An unquenchable malice that cannot be tamed by any Your demise is the only way I will ever be at ease I will ever be The fact that you think that you ever meant anything Sits in my stomach like a brick of cyanide So run your mouth and chase your stupid fucking fame I'll always know I'm fucking better than you So blow your lines like the cunt you are Face it Your kind is poisoning the world Fucking face it You're just the venom in our blood You are nothing A drugged addicted piece of shit You're such a piece of shit Strung out bitch This is pitiful You claim it's all for fun Truth is you have no self control And you say this isn't always the way it's going to be They say forgive and forget but I won't when I know what you did to me I won't forget what you did to me I will make you beg I am fear itself I am the root of your self loathing I am hatred, I am dread I'm fear itself I'm fear itself Give in to your fears, give in to me Spite fills my veins at the thought of you I am above you Look up at me from your place at my feet