I am incapable of regret
I still want what I tried to get
I've been a warmonger for so long
I try to admit I'm wrong, but yet
I am incapable of regret
I am incapable of restraint
I have never been called a saint
I've been a harbinger of a hell
I did my best to tell you of
When I feel hatred, it's rather like love
If you take your hands off the bicycle seat
You're unable to ride the bike
You ask yourself, "Is she serious?"
I say, "Yeah, you bet your life."
My loathing obscures my pain, my arrogance and disdain
From one man, life and living souls
These are the feelings I choose to expose
I spend a long-a** week on the move to find someone to fight them with all
Though I don't have time to, I've got a mind to
Teach you what love really is, oh
When you have won some under the gun, sir, then you can criticize
But until then, I'll say it again, you can't see a soul behind my eyes
I am incapable of regret
I still want what I tried to get
I court no popularity
Nor do I receive any
I am incapable of regret