Kick It To The Ground

( 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