Is it envy that burns you alive?
Does it sweep through your nights
Choking the life, out of ill-fated dreams?

Does it move you to hatred?
To curse the uprisings
In troubled young hearts?

Does it mother your outbursts?
Drawing the reigns, of your every breakdown
Then searing you shut?

Let the mob sweep through you
Then join their crusade
Their immortal outcry
For love and despair