Poison

Come taste a century of hatred

Free from the sanity of them

Is there something, that you see in all of them

Non-believer, a time will come, but when?

All you worship in life, destroyed by human hands,

Spare the trouble you feel, save a breath for your next

Spit on the laws that I made for you

Betray the treasures within hearts

Is there something in death that you think

Reflects your life?

Come taste the loss that I feel, treasure with no price

All you worship in life destroyed by human hands,

Save the trouble you feel, challenge paradise

It's disturbing, the joy I feel, but I feel it more