Congruent کے بول

you look something beautiful, smeared it all with blood both hands out in front of you when push comes to shove proudly you cash in on those that you violate standing tall for everything that I've come to hate I want to see you fall... down. you will not succeed, you will drown, choked by your greed. hatred swells inside my head, blind and only seeing red. ludicrous, lost in thought, this anger inside is all I've got. unaware of what it costs, absent of love I'm already lost. I call the kettle black and black is my state what is wrong and right my bitter heart cultivates hate. so consumed by your intentions, my own blood becomes fermented, clutching my own will, and I've already killed. I call the kettle black and black is my state of mind what is wrong and right forgiveness is hard to find just beneath the gnashing teeth of pride and animosity I feel my heart still beating I hear myself still breathing there comes a time when we have to face the reflections of the world in our ways for all have sinned and fallen shy of the grace that's shown in both our lives.