Triple Zero

It burns! It burns! It burns my eyes and throat, But I need no antidote. Gnawing and tearing at my insides - seething, Keeping me alive - hatred poisons me through and through - A sustenance - keeping me true. It's not too late. It's never gonna be too late. Embrace your hate. The pain! The pain it crushes me. I gain animosity. Acid sweat and bloody tears, Through it all I persevere. Some sedate through indifference But I withheld zero tolerance.