These lines of hatred
infecting my soul do they...

Fly through the air
a soft "pfft" in my hands made...

So sinous in its twisting ways
the smoke it's shape forms...

I run a ragged race
my steps come tired and sloppy...

Falling through the light
its power slowly fades...

Thousands running through the trees
fire burning a path through the madness...

Watching others through pains of glass
their life contrasts my emptiness...

Magical hatred flows through veins
hands infected with it's ambrosia...

Conform to the reality
release your motivation...

I look through the earth,
through all of the mud...

If the world were to change one day
and suddenly all people became gay...