Tempting my veins
With the venom upon the blade
The [bad word] the mind as a slave
Searching for hope in this desperate place
Can anguish control my fate?
Does the hatred inside numb infectious pain?
Hope is the myth of the weaker man's dreams
Searching [bad word] and peace

Tempt my flesh
Take my breath
Wishing everything away
Take the venom from my veins

Wishing for death
To suffer in [bad word] 

I'd deny the gates
If they [bad word] me

We are safely told
Believe in warmth of touch
We [bad word] in others words,
But they are not ours

Whispers in the air
Bargaining for the soul
The venom upon the blade
Breaks the voices hold