Hate Me Till You Hate Me No More

Is this thing on?

Sometimes I feel like I'm my only friend
'Cause I'm the only one not trying to gain something from me
Surrounded by noise, and sponsored by brands
I'll lend you an ear, if you lend me a hand

So now you're getting fucked up with the ones you love
On some bathtub gin that was peddled to us
Now we're getting fucked up o'er the ones we hate
'Cause a soulless third party taught us how to date

Singing

Hate me till you hate me no more
Hate me
Hate me
Hate me

And you tried to remain honest, you tried to stay true
But when you put a price on it, it lost it's value
You said "it was a falsified document of me"
But fuck it, it makes for good TV,"

So now you're getting fucked up with the ones you love
On this bathtub gin that was peddled to us
Now we're getting fucked up o'er the ones we hate
'Cause a soulless third party taught us how to date

Singing fuck me till I hate you no more
Hate me
Hate me
Hate me

A generation raised on simulation
A generation raised on connotation

And the DIY anti-establishment kids
Down the street
Learned how to brand themselves
From the campaigns on TV
They're holding funerals for their chorus pedals
'Cause even the underground needs branding

And now you're getting fucked up with the ones you love
On this bathtub gin that was peddled to us
Now we're getting fucked up o'er the ones we hate
'Cause a soulless third party taught us how to date

So now you're getting fucked up with the ones you love
On this bathtub gin that was peddled to us
Now we're getting fucked up o'er the ones we hate
'Cause a soulless third party taught us how to date

Singing

Hate me till you hate me no more
Hate me
Hate me
Hate me