This Is Fire

This hate is so strong I must inhale fire!
 I will my cheeks to be bellows to the embers of the pyre
 You and your existence are one and the same
 But you can't stop screaming the rank of your name
 You're sharpening that axe but it couldn't cut muster
 Hacking at the neck, the victim cries "Suffer!"
 You're biting your teeth, all retch, no bile
 No one needs convincing of your Mona Lisa smile
 You're preaching to the choir, not one of them can sing
 The voices of the righteous sound violently thin
 The picture on the water is captivating
 You are the unfulfilled, the weaver of lucid dreams
 Stay a few seconds in silence
 Wherever you are, clearly you will hear our screams
 We will stamp you out
 You'll swallow ground
 We see beneath your mask, your lies, your crown
 We will stamp you out
 You'll swallow ground
 The crown is down
 With all our might we stamp you out
 If these walls could weep, we would surely drown
 You won't smile so smugly when you're swallowing the crown
 If these walls could weep, we'd surely drown
 The nail sticking out will be hammered down
 Inside this broken mirror, reflects a shattered soul
 Cast down like a stone
 The porcelain it crumbles, the vain, the cracks expose
 Painted flesh on bone
 The tomb awaits its mistress, preserve the rotten soul
 Bound in cloth, encased in gold