( 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