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