My Love is my anger, a hook right in the gut
tongue just like a razor, so just keep your mouth shut
The whole host of angels sent to decay 
Scatter and crash through all chosen stains
In their reflections all I have failed 
See through my eyes the circles of [bad word] 

My anger is on fire, so raze (raise) the output higher 

And if my sin is sanctuary [bad word] from below that toil in the dark 
Are guiding the terror into your heart
If I could mimic your futile faith, I’m the bullet from the gun of wrath

I am the fault that is not [bad word] The destroyer the rage, the sum of confession
Here in the storm hand strain to hold on 
Perpetually in flames and no place [bad word]