Woe - Hatred Is Our Heart

surrender to this reason & my words will hang you high & this noose of cold indignance & will choke you till you die & your art has proven hollow & dull masks you can't sustain & cause once the show is over & you change your fucking names & as flies flock to the rotten & you feed on putrid shit & living out your fantasies & and bragging about it! & see how far they run & watch them as they cry & ants, they run for cover & see how hard they try! & the stupid & the boring & the fair-weather friends & pretentious & obnoxious & they strive to pretend & with costumes & and gimmicks & they angle to shock & like children & they cherish & the lies that they bought & we will stand and continue to lash out & and you'll know our names because & hatred is our heart & and & when the sun reappears and casts away the dark & we will rise and know that & hatred is our heart & and & we will rejoin the world and will walk amongst the crowds & but we will know that & hatred is our heart & and & there is no mask, no fake name, no poetry to hide behind & there is no game & yes, & hatred is our heart & & when these words are long forgotten & and these songs have gone away & i'll continue what i started & and stand behind what i say & see how far they run & watch them as they cry & ants. they run for cover & see how hard they try! & condemned as our prey, there's nowhere to hide & for this is the future you must realize & the hunters (unholy) have removed their masks & there's no use for chains or rules of the past