Lyrics

Well it sounds complex, but it’s really quite simple.
I just can’t digest all this fake life that you’ve assembled.
Pop your pills and fake it through life another day.
You’re numb to the thrills, but you swear everything’s ok.
It’s a charade
Well it must be nice to walk around without this hate.
It must be nice to walk around without this rage.
It must be nice to walk around without my hate.
It must be nice to walk around without my rage.
Hate!
Bury it deep inside. Praying I’ll go away.
Dying to feel alive, while you constantly placate.
Fit in with the rest like it’s some kind of new escape.
You’re selling your lies, but no one’s buying your masquerade.
It’s a charade
Well it must be nice to walk around without this hate.
It must be nice to walk around without this rage.
It must be nice to walk around without my hate.
It must be nice to walk around without my rage.
Rage!
(Chorus)
Hate! Hate! Hate!
Rage! Rage! Rage!