Poison के बोल

come taste a century of hatred free from the sanity of them is there something, that you see in all of them non-believer, a time will come, but when? all you worship in life, destroyed by human hands, spare the trouble you feel, save a breath for your next spit on the laws that i made for you betray the treasures within hearts is there something in death that you think reflects your life? come taste the loss that i feel, a treasure with no price all you worship in life destroyed by human hands save the trouble you feel, a treasure with no price it's disturbing, the joy i feel, but i feel it more