Defined by the past
A holy grudge persists
A past in justice tells me all I am today

Could be sick, could be sane
Like a devil efficient with pain
I feel so sick
But you look sane
You little devil you’re giving me hell

No chance for revenge
Believe in God, he’ll give you hell
No chance for revenge
You little devil you’re giving me hell

Watching you die softly with no worth
You’re the real grand slam I can’t pass up
Oh

Could be sick, could be sane
Like a devil efficient with pain
I feel so sick
But you look sane
You little devil you’re giving me hell

No chance for revenge
Believe in God, he’ll give you hell
No chance for revenge
You little devil you’re keeping me sane

Watching you die softly with no worth
You’re the real grand slam I can’t pass up
Oh
Searching for the sympathy you’d never get
You’re the real grand slam I can’t pass up
Oh

You make it happen, you don’t understand
A sacred heart it seeks revenge
And real love
Real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love
A real love

Real love