Accused Fueled By Hate
Some thoughts I've had
Aren't quite so pure
I feel guilty because of it
And still not so sure
You move me to hatred
You tempt me to burn
All that you stand for
Now it's your turn
It's a pleasure to see you
After all these years
Now peel back your skin
And show me those tears
Did you ever wish me joy
Did you ever know how I feel
Living in misery wasteland
Running on instinct
Live last appeal
It's time you feel just how I feel
It's time you feel just how I feel
It's time you feel just how I feel
To ensure you pain
For the rest of your life
You're going down
You're going down
You're going down
You're going down
You're going down
You're going down
Some thoughts I've had
Aren't quite so pure
I feel guilty because of it
And still not so sure
You move me to hatred
You tempt me to burn
All that you stand for
Now it's your turn