love is an identity crisis
i'll never know how good's to hate
i'll never learn to trust my fate

So take that nails away from me
so take that poison of liberty
I'll never understand it
I'll rather be a hater

Ode the the End
no more pretend
She loves me not
It hurt's a lot

love is a rape of insecurity
I'll never know how good's to be me
I'll never learn to trust the late

So take that nails away from me
so take that poison of liberty
i'll never understand it
i'll rather be a hater

Ode the the End
no more pretend
She loves me not
It hurt's a lot

fields of pain
fields of pain
fields of pain