Hatelust کے بول

I shaped my fingertips to claws and won’t caress no more I shaped my tongue into a blade I can’t speak no more I shaped each word into a bullet and I fired them all I am the gun, I am the knife, I am the fist I am the flame that burns absolute pure And there is nothing left now for I’ve consumed it all Faced my hate, faced myself, I can’t win against hate The flame that burns absolute pure Faced myself all alone against this nuclear bomb I am a frail shell Inside me only fire and it burns white pure Oh glorious hate, I am you, I am hell I am pure, what I was is all gone Burnt away by the bomb