Pray for war, pray for death, pray for hate Pray for all that you know All these years ain't nothing's changed Where have we gone, what have we done Where have we gone, nowhere left to run And you know Spiral of darkness, as the fools away Peace through

I hate to say it but I told you so Told you if you left that you were goin' be miserable Guess he don't do it like me Or else you wouldn't be Runnin' back to the past it was you that left me I hate to say it but you know I'm right Every time you're up

Maybe it's just jealousy Mixed up with a violent mind A circumstance that doesn't make much sense Or maybe I'm just dumb I don't know you but I think I hate you You're the reason for my misery Strange, how you've become my biggest enemy And I've never

Whatever you do, just don't believe what they say Know that it's true, I know it's hard What they say Just take a little advice from me 'Cause they don't believe you like I believe in you anyway So whatever you do, whatever you do, babe I believe in you

So tell me now If this ain't love then how do we get out? Because I don't know That's when she said I don't hate you boy I just want to save you while there's still something left to save That's when I told her I love you girl But I'm not the answer for

We've got our wild love raging, raging Raging, raging Don't you be alone, you can always find me I know that you hate it And I hate it Just as much as you But if you can brave it I can brave it

Say it, everything that's in your head I know you hate me I'm the reason that you can't sleep I am the product of your filthy mind Bow down and realize that you are mine I'm the demon that lives in your mind under pressure, I will never change Holding

Don't let it go blow up your ego I hate that I do, now you know Don't let it go, blow up your ego Oh, blow up your ego I'm thinking about you, you I'm drinking about you, you I'm talking about you, you

Spent most of my youth Out hobo cruising And all I got for proof Is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes So long babe, I got the flashback blues So goodbye nonbeliever Don't you know that I hate to leave here While window shopping through the past I

Blame it on the bag You can blame it on the bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money But I still can’t