Poison

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, challenge paradise 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