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