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 $#&@ing 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