Hate that Radiates

Cough up the calm — I'm choking on fake

You smile like a snake in a church bake sale

My soul's frostbitten, still breathing fire

You call that healing? I call it a goddamn liar

I'm spitting truth through a rusted mic

While you preach peace with a switchblade strike

You wanna talk? Then bleed some facts

'Cause I'm all outta chill and your ego cracks

You light the fuse, then ask why I explode

I'm the landmine love left on this road

You pray for silence, I bring the drums

Call me the karma that always comes

I don't need to be less Angry —

You just need to shut your mouth!

You built a temple outta tantrums

But I'm tearing that sucker down

Could build a mansion with your gaslight

Hang my coat on every lie

But I'd still sleep outside —

'Cause even the roof's too fake to try

Your voice is a mosquito — always buzzin'

Suckin' my peace like it's your function

You treat my pain like a party trick

Then pout when I flip — you hypocrite

"Calm down," you say with that smug little grin

While dragging my brain through original sin

I'm not your rehab, I'm not your fix

I'm the echo of every time you quit

You throw stones from a pixel throne

But I build bonfires outta broken bones

You want a truce? Then shut that gate

I'm not your villain — just your fate

I don't need to be less Angry —

You just need to back the hell Off!

Stackin' bricks of your excuses

But I'm swingin' like a wrecking God

Could build a palace on your stories

Gold-plated shame and all

But I'd rather piss in the garden

Than bow in your plastic hall

You work my nerves like a 9-to-5

Clockin' in fake, just to survive

You wanna test this rage I own?

Good luck — I built it stone by stone!

(HOW LONG WOULD IT STAND?)

Not long —

(WHEN YOUR FOUNDATION'S SAND!)