( 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