Now you've really crossed the line
Your hate for me is divine
My love yearns for your suffer
On your grave lurks my prosper

Taunt more as a lure but it's no use
Knots tight my excite
I prepare the noose
Say no more it's time
For you to make your move
My blackened soul's lit by your fuel

Implode your moral
And drain your pride
Too late for debate [bad word] and hide
Time to take your life tolls the bell
To your [bad word] i'd like to [bad word] you