Provenance of Hate

To spectate your inferiority

What use are you to me

And your presence is passing me by

All the time

It's infesting me and I eliminate it

By offering to the wind

Unsuccessful in your attempt

To outshine my brilliant superiority

And I will paint your shadow red all over

With my spirit I enter you

What use are you to me

It's infesting me and I eliminate it all the time