Testo di Enemy

It's amazing just how much I look like the enemy His hatred looks so much like the hate inside of me I've fallen like so many fools my age Throwing stones at all who cross me I won't become a victim of my rage Lord, give me love for the enemy It's expected that if you swing you'll find me swinging back The exception is in the greatness I so clearly lack I will learn to see you where you said you'd be In the least of these; in my enemies