True Hate

We came down with a crushing might I might be mistaken We came down with a sickening flight Forever forsaken We got all bent right out of shape Hopelessly dreadful Cut through miles of blood-red tape Confessed a gaping mouthful Too much, too late <i>[x3] We came down with a crushing might Something so rotten We gave up fighting a good fight Forever forgotten We got all bent right out of shape Hopelessly dreadful Cut through miles of blood-red tape Confessed a gaping mouthful Too much, too late <i>[x3] No love, No hate Too much, too late <i>[x3] No love, no hate We came down with a crushing might I might be mistaken We came down with a sickening flight Forever forsaken We got all bent right out of shape Hopelessly dreadful Cut through miles of blood-red tape Confessed a gaping mouthful Too much, too late <i>[x3] No love, No hate Too much, too late <i>[x3] True love, True hate