Bipolar Gods

Verse 1:
Your blood boils beneath your skin
It burns your organs and drowns out your sins
You try to fight it but it's already to late
Your withering heart won't let the pain go away

Chorus:
My head is pounding from the sound of his voice
I once had loved it, but now it's just noise
Your soul is nothing now but empty and cold
I'm done with all your shit, it's gotten so old