( A place called home 7" Single )



Look at what I've found

A flower on his grave

Kick it to the ground

I've got no soul to save

Nature dealt me raw

Planted me with hate

Took my only love

To an early grave



See these eyes of envy

Bitterness it's true

I'm looking through your ashes

Looking right at you

Ten thousand years of loving

Could never set me free

From this web of hate I've woven

This chosen misery



Kick it to the ground X3



Carry scars of sorrow

But I have no regrets

And I will return tomorrow

I'm not finished hating yet

Look at what I've found

A flower on his grave


Kick it to the ground X3