Hate
Hate sits by the roaring fire in cold heat
He hides in plane sight
though you'd never see him
You can feel him sitting right next to you
He builds your crackling fire
until it cannot be contained
in such one small fire place
The large Golden, Orange, Scarlet
is all you can see now
it burns until nothing is left
and he still wants more.
Hate sits by the roaring fire in cold heat
He hides in plane sight
though you'd never see him
You can feel him sitting right next to you
He builds your crackling fire
until it cannot be contained
in such one small fire place
The large Golden, Orange, Scarlet
is all you can see now
it burns until nothing is left
and he still wants more.
