Spite Machine

Wake up mean, blood under my nails,
ashes in my mouth, poison in my smile.
Every face on the street another target to piss on.
Cigarette breath, eyes like a car crash.

You want forgiveness? I hope you choke on the word.
Spit out your prayers, I’ll grind ’em under my heel.
Never wanted love, never bought the lie.
I get hard on the scent of burning bridges and fear.

Every handshake’s a loaded trap.
Every promise is cancer wrapped in a bow.
I paint my rage on every wall,
tag the gutters, piss in the well.

Let your saints cover their eyes, let the weak beg for mercy.
I was born to break, not build.
Shove your gold stars up your ass.
I’ll be the bullet in the back of your luck.

Sick of the liars, sick of the saints,
sick of your rules and the lies that you paint.
This world’s a coffin, I’m the worm inside.
You want me gone? Get in line.

You built your castle out of spit and lies.
I’ll piss on the moat and set the flag on fire.
Smile for the camera, it loves your tears.
Tonight, I’m the wolf and you’re the feast.

Rip out my heart, I’ll bleed black and grin.
Cut me down, I’ll crawl back in.
Wrap your pity in pretty words.
I’ll wipe my ass and flip the motherfucking bird.

Spite machine, gasoline veins.
Every grudge is fuel, every slight is a chain.
I eat hate and spit out flames.
Grit in my grin, filth in my veins.

Not a prayer, not a plea,
just the world on its knees.
Spite machine, and I’m running hot.
Watch me burn.