The Need For Conflict - Believer

All you have is you

Bored with your thoughts

Need to feel the angst

Need to taste your rot

Bring your mind to me

Unleash the demons now

Allowing your evil

To cripple your reason

I bathe in your hate

You’re my muse

I bathe in your hate

I own you

Wasted elements

Into the mindless void

Through blackest descent

My strength restored

Impressive words you speak

Veils stupidity

Your hidden scheme

Is no mystery to me

I bathe in your hate

You’re my muse

I bathe in your hate

I own you

It all falls apart

Charade is over now

We all see your soul

And your wretchedness

Hide behind your cause

Shrouded in your greed

In your liar’s chair

Loss is all you feel

I bathe in your hate

You’re my muse

I bathe in your hate

I own you

I bathe in your hate