The Fear The Hate

The fear the hate is cutting me a whole and it won't go away
And I can't get along until it hits the
ground, screaming like an old familiar sound
They reach a town deep out in the desert where they sleeping now
Putting out a fire that is deep
inside the distant little ruins of this town

Is it often that you want to hate yourself?
Is it often that you want to save yourself?

Ride out 'till it's dawn, she kept on making money
I couldn't help myself
One of those stolen days with all the stakes that are getting missed
One of those much bitter games that you play

The sense of doubt somewhere in the making of [?] to shout
Rattle in the cage like I was caught
while being just an owner in this town
She's on the stair, creeping up a little bit each time he cares
Keeping it alone until it comes my
way, it makes me feel a little strange

Is it often that you want to hate yourself?
And is it often that you want to save somebody else?

Ah

Approach it right,
it's just about as useful as you said it might being in disposable
It still would fight, it just can't get a bone
The fear the hate is cutting me a whole and it won't go away
And I can't get along until it hits the
ground, screaming like an old familiar sound

Ride out 'till it's dawn, you better leave that town alone
I couldn't help myself
Ride out 'till it's dawn, does it feel like this is old
I couldn't help myself, no
(She said) I couldn't help myself

Oh, I know
Couldn't help, I couldn't help