Tonight we lead an ethic cleanse
In the dachaus of her mind
A borderline parade of hell
Authorized divine
Repent your ways repent them all
Confess my sins and ease your fall
Freed of doubts and self control
Of bloodied hands but pure of soul
Hate is the new loud
Deliverance be the fear that runs
For something righteous this way comes
She’s covered in scars
And she won’t tell me where she’s been
Anticarbon is her flesh
Her words are crystal benzendrine
I am a hailstone in the gale
Freed of doubts and self control
Another humbled little man
Of bloodied hands but pure of soul
Freed of doubts and self control
Of bloodied hands but pure of soul
Unsubhuman
Transinhuman
Hate is the new loud