Hate Is My Engine

What makes us get up early into dawn? What drives us to lust since the day we're Born? What makes us believe in a world of Lies? It is my incentive when my tears run Dry. Hate is my engine, anger is my fuel. Wrath is my ignition to fight against the rules. Rage is the motor, the fury in my mind. The only actuation to a stagnating grind. What makes us cowards? What makes us brave? What makes us the masses? What makes us slaves? Why don't we oppose? Why do we obey? There's no use in talking. Stand up and raise the blade. Hate is my engine, anger is my fuel. Wrath is my ignition to fight against the rules. Rage is the motor, the fury in my mind. The only actuation to a stagnating grind. Looking for a deeper sense in life. The power unit for your mind will drive. You struggle for misunderstood ideals. But finally, what the truth reveals. All you find is lies beside the treason. There's no rhyme, no narrative reason. Your wishes and desires will collapse. Wake up from sweet dreams and face the past. Abandoning your trust and your belief. Nothing more remaining to achieve. Disappointment burns like gasoline. The desire takes you for the disintegration of your Raging engine. Hate is my engine, anger is my fuel. Wrath is my ignition to fight against the rules. Rage is the motor, the fury in my mind. The only actuation stagnating grind. Hate is my engine. It's always on my mind. It's my motivation to a stagnating Grind.