Hate

He was born on an average day,
Look like any other baby
Neighbours said "what a lovely boy"
You have, yeah.
Through the years it could've been
Most anybody's kid,
Never did anything that showed
The mad man was living in his soul
Never know he was going crazy
A little bit at a time.
Hate, don't you love it?
World can't seem to get enough of it
Hate, don't you want it?
Love the way you feel when you're running
Hate hate.

All through his high school days
He kept himself hid away.
Never let anybody close.
He was just a crying one
Slowly coming undone.
Who knew that was something missing from his soul.
Like a spider build an awful web
A little bit at a time.
Hate, don't you love it?
World can't seem to get enough of it

Hate, don't you want it?

Love the way you feel when you're running
Hate hate.

Last night on the evening news,
I heard his name and it turned my head
Something 'bout a local boy
and fifteen people dead.
He thought he was a guardian angel

Gonna put this world at peace.
He was talkin' about happiness
Like it was some kind of disease.

He died on an average day
At the state penitentiary
They laid him in his grave
The camera's rolling, the people waved.
Hate, don't you love it?
World can't seem to get enough of it
Hate, don't you want it?
Love the way you feel when you're running
Hate, don't you love it?
World can't seem to get enough of it
Hate, don't you want it?
Love the way you feel when you're running
Hate
I can't get enough, don't you love it?
Hate!



Credits
Writer(s): Johnny Braddock, Shep Goodman, Michael Matthews, Brad Iverson, Aaron Accetta, Dan Juarez
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