There are those few who live off the hate; millions suffer to pay it.
Take down the linings whose silver been raped; claim everyones’ un debated.
It gets old, dies, like everything made; the user’s insipid of patience.
Hatred turns vapid when pain goes to waste; anger used poorly, you’ll break it.
So, like, there are these folks who thrive on hate, man, while the rest of us suffer for it, you dig?
They're out there, stripping away the shiny linings,
stealing everyone's thunder without even asking, man.
But, like, everything gets old eventually, you know?
Even the user, like, totally loses their chill.
Hate just becomes, like, pointless when all that pain goes to waste, you know?
It's like, using anger wrong,
and then you just, like, break it, man.
Olivia E... Out!
