MACAQUE - CHEMICAL

I don't feel afraid
I'm just staring up
I can't show my hate
I dreamed of this all day

You're staring at me
I can't show my hate
Approaching my face
With the greased, dirty fingers

I dreamed this all day
I could feel it on it's way
Now as we fight
Some just could feel it
I dreamed this all day
I knew it was coming