TabScout.

I don't need your scornful reply, I'm sick of your constant denial
Don't want to face your immorality
Irritated by your selfish smile, I cannot stand your bitter hate
Your presence is a pain Hurt my soul with all your fucking lies I 'm searching for redemption
I wish I could find an answer
Words are perfect deceivers
They revive my wounds forever A black star moving around a pole of raw negativity
Like void never fulfilled
The wage of sins is to fall
In self-destructive schemes I feel so numb, feel so cold, your vain, delusive heresy