the classic struggle of good and evil

has brought me to my knees

my mind is so filled with hate

one hundred demons possessing me

your kind never inspired me

you never offered your hand

just told me who i should be

but you don't know who i am

you say i dwell on the negative

well it's a part of my life

until you've tasted how i live

keep your fucking advice to yourself

all that time you wasted

preaching to the converted

a lifetime of hard luck

still can't make me give up

time has conquered youth

but the angers still inside

it doesn't come from hate

it's from a sense of pride