Killing with words you seem to take pride
False are your accusations , you stifle my mind
So much you hate and so little time
You keep pushing on me , keep pushing me down
No glory to come from what you derive
People are pawns for your sick little mind
Just what will you harvest when its your time
A field of hate that becomes your own mind
Old and alone in your due time
Eaten up with the misery you wanted to be mine