I shaped my fingertips to claws and won’t caress no more
I shaped my tongue into a blade I can’t speak no more
I shaped each word into a bullet and I fired them all
I am the gun, I am the knife, I am the fist
I am the flame that burns absolute pure
And there is nothing left now for I’ve consumed it all
Faced my hate, faced myself, I can’t win against hate
The flame that burns absolute pure
Faced myself all alone against this nuclear bomb
I am a frail shell
Inside me only fire and it burns white pure
Oh glorious hate, I am you, I am hell
I am pure, what I was is all gone
Burnt away by the bomb
