You say there's a just cause to your actions
but there's hatred written all over you
channeled to those who hate you in your world
a world created by the masters
a world created by the leaders
those who speak to you in your own words
those who light the hatred in your eyes
a searing fear
the end is near
fill the cup to it's brim
and add the magic serum
final drop to break the limit
flood the world from within
a desperate reality
nine to five and way beyond
the constant thorn in your side
so sweet and painful
belief that shades don't exist
no dopamine in peace
the ever-present lurking menace
that's the comfort fix
you want it
you need it
you need something to hate
to forget yourself
you know it
you can feel it
you feel the rush of blood
you comfort yourself