A. F. I. - 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 preserve.
Some sedate through indifference
But I withheld zero tolerance.