There is this space unfilled
By your redeeming hate
This need must be killed
Reminders of your God's own hatred
Give me mine
This want must be fed
By dirty morals
Your soul is dead
Hand in hand
Nothing will be said
Insanity rots
Depression underway
We feel your filth
To hate another day
Reminders of your God's own hatred
Give me mind this want must be fed
By dirty morals
Your soul is dead
Hand in hand
Our future's silence read
Torture my soul
With musings of no love
Lie to me
Of placed up above
Reminders of your God's own hatred
Give me mine
This want must be fed
By dirty morals
Your soul is dead
Hand in hand
Take this out of my head
