Deserved is torture by many hands
Hands scarred by what's wrong and what's right
A creation of paranoia, a death to pride
Could disappear, but ideas never die
I will love you still while flesh is torn
I will hate you inside while ignorance spreads
I would love to twist you, grind you
Your loved ones need not care
They lye in the shadow of their god who kisses their eyelids and blesses your memory of waist
It's where you are, you've murdered much compassion
I would love to devour the flesh of your mind
I will hate you when your ignorance peaks
I would love to twist you until your bones creak
