He was born on an average day
Look like any other baby
Neighbours said: What a lovely boy
You have you
Through the years it could’ve been
Most… 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 highschool days
He kept himself hid away
Never let anybody close
He was just a crying …
Slowly coming on dawn
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 the look.. Boy
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 penitenciary
They laid him in his grave
The camera’s rolling, the people wait
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!