spite

Breath of corruption, a whirlwind of sin
There's no guilt, no answer and no innocence
If there's no God, then it is all permitted
Where is the cause to which you're so committed?
If a crimson trail can march your heart back home
I envy your apathy
Spite

You're sick, like me
A plaything looking for a prize
But your stature, like a lord
False prophet, the spewing of lies
You broke your throne
And killed our mother to preach like a father
Collective blasphemy
Let the loathing come trickle down spines
If there's no God then it is all permitted
Where is the cause to which you're so committed?
If a crimson trail can march your heart back home
I envy your apathy, I envy your spite
If this ain't my home, where could I long to be?
If I gave in to it, now, who would I be?
You're your own parasite
Spite, when everything falls and you awake to find
That they've sold a soul and now you know you're right
You're right
You're right
Spite



Credits
Writer(s): Lundqvist Hannah Monica Victoria, Ella Kristina Stenberg, Sacharias Eugen Sandin, Daniel Johan Berg
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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