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!
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