Hate to Create Lyrics

Twenty two catches, the fire still burns,
When you lit those matches, in seven it yearns .
At the end of the day, dead centre of town .
You�re still going away to swim and then to drown .

Just a dream
It�s so vain
to be real .
endless shame .
this is life .

The cemeteries full
But not full enough
You won�t compromise
Endless biting dust
To demoralize
Treat us with your lies
But try to create
And you�ll see your fate .

Sitting so coy engulfing mist it swirls,
Wound up clockwork toy, little girls with curls
Disgust within art, I�ll drink to your life
Organs torn apart, entang led rot and strife .

A happy new year we will paralyse
New age is just a blur, then immortalize
Suburban rotting town, depression its reknown,
People and a place not a single trace .

Moral in the text, the fire burning bright
Because we are next, lighting up the night .