Six Feet Deep - Congruent

You look something beautiful, smeared it all with blood
Both hands out in front of you when push comes to shove
Proudly you cash in on those that you violate
Standing tall for everything that I've come to hate

I want to see you fall down!
Down, down!

You will not succeed
You will drown choked by your greed
Hatred swells inside my head
Blind and only seeing red
Ludicrous, lost in thought this
Anger inside is all I've got
Unaware of what it costs
Absent of love I'm already lost

I call the kettle black
And black is my state
What is wrong and right?
My bitter heart cultivates hate

So consumed by your intentions
My own blood becomes fermented
Clutching my own will
I look away and I've already killed

I call the kettle black
And black is my state of mind
What is wrong and right?
Forgiveness is hard to find

Just beneath the gnashing teeth
Of pride and animosity
I feel my heart still beating
I hear myself still breathing
There comes a time when we have to face
The reflections of the world in our ways
For all have sinned and fallen shy
Of the grace that's shown in both our lives