I'm bundled up
But it's ice inside
Your hatred burns
Below my cold pride
There's a spider in my soul

Hit me in the chest
With a flaming dart
The chasm gapes
Into my heart
The outside pours in
But it's not a part of me
It freezes in the hole

The vultures tear
Rip and sunder
My pity from you
As they pull you under
Pierce your throat and take your voice

Your dead lips speak
Your burnt body lies
On the wet ground
But I am too wise
To ever hate you
I will only despise
You melt apart as I rejoice.