Triple Zero - AFI

It burns!

It burns!

It burns my eyes and throat, but I need no antidote.

Gnawing and tearing at my insides —

Seething, keeping me alive — hatred poisons me through and through —

A sustenance — keeping me true.

It’s not too late.

It’s never gonna be too late.

Embrace your hate.

The pain!

The pain!

The pain it crushes me.

I gain animosity.

Acid sweat and

Bloody tears, through it all I preserve.

Some sedate through indifference but I withheld zero tolerance.