i think it's amazing how obsessed i have become with a liquid
that boils so much loathe inside of me...
i guess i am just as addicted as her.

i can't stop thinking about the thing
that destroyed the ones that I love so much…

and i guess i follow the man-made rules
of having my enemy closer by my side
than my own friends…

and i'll just built my immunity to the evaporation
of the vile liquid from the churning inside of my friend;
brewing life inside of her,
but only hatred inside of me…

and they'll just think
that my blood-shot eyes are from a lack of sleep
never knowing the truth…

and i'll get through this day with the boiling only inside of me
again.

only when i turn around will steam flow from my mouth…
showing the burning hatred inside of me,
and releasing the fumes that i kept hidden away…