Boiling Point

Ill sit here through the dead of night
And feel hell boil in my stomach
The feeling, I admit, is a bit of a fright
But I know I won't see the end of it

Ill boil here for you.
To spare my rage, another day
Another day another dark
As the orbs take their cycles

Ill wait...
In fucking misery...
The hell..
That you made for me
This place is too perfect for the likes of you
So save me the trouble of killing too..

Ponder the ideal of a God
GO TO SLEEP
Dream of me..
And never feel again.

Ill wrap your fucking soul...
Around my rotting hand.
And take you far away..
From the promised land..
You don't deserve this fucking power
Now do you feel like a man..

This hate is like a ghost, one which follows
me everywhere.
I'm inside your head.
It sings to me like a siren of death
Ill leave when your dead
It boils..in my fucking mind..
I'm inside your head..
Ill sit here through the night
Now your fucking dead