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