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