The Fear The Hate - Society

The fear the hate is cutting me a whole and it won’t go away

And I can’t get along until it hits the ground, screaming like an old familiar

sound

They reach a town deep out in the desert where they sleeping now

Putting out a fire that is deep inside the distant little ruins of this town

Is it often that you want to hate yourself?

Is it often that you want to save yourself?

Ride out 'till it’s dawn, she kept on making money

I couldn’t help myself

One of those stolen days with all the stakes that are getting missed

One of those much bitter games that you play

The sense of doubt somewhere in the making of to shout

Rattle in the cage like I was caught while being just an owner in this town

She’s on the stair, creeping up a little bit each time he cares

Keeping it alone until it comes my way, it makes me feel a little strange

Is it often that you want to hate yourself?

And is it often that you want to save somebody else?

Ah

Approach it right, it’s just about as useful as you said it might being in

disposable

It still would fight, it just can’t get a bone

The fear the hate is cutting me a whole and it won’t go away

And I can’t get along until it hits the ground, screaming like an old familiar

sound

Ride out 'till it’s dawn, you better leave that town alone

I couldn’t help myself

Ride out 'till it’s dawn, does it feel like this is old

I couldn’t help myself, no

(She said) I couldn’t help myself

Oh, I know

Couldn’t help, I couldn’t help