A Guilty Conscious

I ate your spite for breakfast, I felt it go down my gullet, I felt it turn to acid in my belly And the hatred, burnt my intestines to ashes. I felt your eyes upon me, Yeah! I saw the angel behind that look, I saw the self-assured righteousness, And the unwillingness to accommodate a sinner. I felt you brand me hypocrite, Yeah! I heard the unsaid words too, I heard you promise me a night in hell, And the lethal verdict with all morality gone. I swallowed your spite the whole day, And puked it the next.