Hate Is My Engine E

What makes us get up early in the dawn? What drives us through since the day we're born? What makes us live in a world of lies? Heals my incentives when my tears run dry. Hate is my engine, anger is my fuel. Process my ignition to fight against the rules. Rage is the motor, the fury in my mind. The only actuation to quench the daily grind. What makes us a coward? What makes us brave? What makes us masters? What makes us slaves? Why don't we rebel? Why don't we obey? No use in talking, stand up and raise the Blade. Hate is my engine, anger is my fuel. Process my ignition to fight against the rules. Rage is the motor, the fury in my mind. The only actuation to quench the daily grind. Looking for a deeper sense in life. The power unit for human drive. You struggle for misunderstood idiots. But finally, you let the truth reveal. All you find is life's machine is reason. There is neither rhyme nor there is reason. Wishes in tired regrets. With a force with which man fails to touch. Abandoning your trust and your belief. Nothing more remaining to achieve. Disappointment burns like gasoline. Inside a tank full of the disengaging of your Raging hate machine. Ooh. Hate is my engine, anger is my fuel. Process my ignition to fight against the rules. Rage is the motor, the fury in my mind. The only actuation to quench the daily grind. Hate is my engine. It's always on my mind. It's my motivation to quench the daily Grind