This hate is so strong I must inhale fire!

I will my cheeks to be bellows to the embers of the pyre

You and your existence are one and the same

But you can't stop screaming the rank of your name

You're sharpening that axe but it couldn't cut muster

Hacking at the neck, the victim cries "Suffer!"

You're biting your teeth, all retch, no bile

No one needs convincing of your Mona Lisa smile

You're preaching to the choir, not one of them can sing

The voices of the righteous sound violently thin

The picture on the water is captivating

You are the unfulfilled, the weaver of lucid dreams

Stay a few seconds in silence

Wherever you are, clearly you will hear our screams:

We will stamp you out

You'll swallow ground

We see beneath your mask, your lies, your crown

We will stamp you out

You'll swallow ground

The crown is down

With all our might we stamp you out

If these walls could weep, we would surely drown

You won't smile so smugly when you're swallowing the crown

If these walls could weep, we'd surely drown

The nail sticking out will be hammered down

Inside this broken mirror, reflects a shattered soul

Cast down like a stone

The porcelain it crumbles, the vain, the cracks expose

Painted flesh on bone

The tomb awaits its mistress, preserve the rotten soul

Bound in cloth, encased in gold