Versuri AFI - Triple Zero
It burns! It burns! It burns my eyes and throat, but I need no antidote. Gnawing and tearing at my insides - seething, keeping me alive - hatred poisons me through and through - a sustenance - keeping me true. It's not too late. It's never gonna be too late. Embrace your hate. The pain! The pain! The pain it crushes me. I gain animosity. Acid sweat and bloody tears, through it all I preserve. Some sedate through indifference but I withheld zero tolerance.