Behind the nerve of each thought

Lies the harsh voice of another

An invasive growth that speaks

With words that should be my own

Where I step, where I lay

Where I peel back skin, I see only your face

Hands laying mercy

Put sharpened edge to vein

Pry teeth under skin and resect the touch

That withers and atrophies

You will not thrive inside me

Where your breath falls (Will be no cross I'll bear)

I will do as I must to live so my spite survives

You will not (Thrive inside me)

You will not (Contort and shape this life)

Malignant voice under tissue, with scalpel

I tear you out

My spite survives

My spite survives

My spite survives

Every breath is remission

My spite survives

Every breath is my revenge

My spite survives