Always seems to stop on the page
the path I was on was a wicked one
I was a slave to the rage, for quite a while
but in sin we're all smiles
...
Don't set it in stone, before its written
think we're all just fuggin scared
to the point that we can't love
...
I spoke outloud of my disgust
of everything we once discussed
i read outloud
...
I caught you like a sickness
on the very first night
I tried to shake this sickness
but I didn't have time
...
... I've got this angry love
and its an undying one
i've got this passionate rage
any second I feel enslaved
...
someone said I think like no one
tell me something I dont know
someone said I think like no one
well no one thinks like me
...
Uncompatible
Always seems to stop on the page
the path I was on was a wicked one
I was a slave to the rage, for quite a while
but in sin we're all smiles
idiolize, critisize, wicked eyes
and dirty lies
damaged one
wicked sun
beats down on our tired heads
all is well, when you pound it into my head
I try to forget everything we've said
and it makes me sick to believe
the hatred you gave, I didnt need it
the hatred you gave, gave away so freely
the hatred you gave, I didn't want it
the hatred you gave, I used to flaunt it
the hatred you gave, but I'm not proud
the hatred you gave, won't follow me to my grave