Do not fall down into despair
This is not your last prayer
This anguish is only for meek

You might feel dead deep inside
But from me you can not hide
This stench of fear makes you reek

You're weak, afraid, you're dead

I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide

Do not push down, float with the stream
Suppress a silent scream
Deprived of all that makes a man

Hear me now the voice within
Let the pain from this begin
Float just like acid through your veins

These chains, pinned down, you're dead

I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide
I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide

I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide
I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of (that your nightmares are made of)
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide
This hate is like cyanide!