Constructive Hate
Between Angels and Insects by Papa Roach
There’s no money, there’s no possessions
Only obsessions, I don’t need that shit
Take my money, take my obsession
I just want to be heard, loud and clear are my words
Comin’ from within man, tell ‘em what you heard
It’s about a revolution, in your heart and in your mind
You can’t find the conclusion
Life-style and Obsession
Diamond rings get you nothing but a life long lesson
And your pocket-book stressin’
You’re a slave to the system, working jobs that you hate
For that shit you don’t need
It’s too bad the world is based on greed
Step back and see, stop thinking about yourself
Start thinking about
There’s no money, there’s no possession
Only obsession, I don’t need that shit
Take my money, take my possessions
Take my obsession, I don’t need that shit
Cause everything is nothing and emptiness is in everything
This reality is really just a fucked up dream
With the flesh and the blood that you call your soul
Flip it inside out, it’s a big black hole
Take your money, burn it up like an asteroid
Possessions they are never gonna fill the void
Take it away and learn the best lesson
The heart, the soul, the life, the passion
There’s no money, there’s no posssession
Only obsession, I don’t need that shit
Take my money, take my possessions
Take my obsession, I don’t need that shit
Money, possession, obsession
Present yourself, press your clothes
Comb your hair, and clock-in
You just can’t win
Just can‘t win
The things you own, own you
Take my money, take my possessions
Take my obsession, I don’t need that shit
Fuck your money, fuck your possessions
Fuck your obsession, I don’t need that shitMoney, possession, obsession
I don’t need that shit
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It has been playing for hours inside my fucking head. An imaginary live concert is taking place somewhere along my twisted mindframe. Each words, each beat, each note flows with vileness and freedom along the stream of my consciousness.
This makes me feel like shit, yet makes me feel good at the same time. Shit because it makes me me think how much I hate my job. Shit because it makes me think how fucked the world is. But I feel good because I love hating it. This may sound like a person who’s standing near the brink of insanity but, disliking and hating seem very pleasurable and therapeutic at times.
Maybe, just maybe, a world can be built through hate… . Because … One can still hate without destroying what he hates. One can still build something beautiful out of hate.
Contrary to popular belief, one can create a massive destruction because of love. A lot of times, it does. It even breeds more destruction than hate.
For that, I’d rather have a hate that builds than a love that destroys.
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… . Actually, I’m in the office now …. Writing this. Ha-Ha-Ha
