I'm not made for this hate
The constant glare of the distant haze
Chauvinistic senseless pride
I'm reacquainted for a second but now I see the lies
A wretched, festering, damaging mass of incompetence
It's shedding the light on what I had never seen
The anger keeps on building
It's not who I want to be
But how I can help it when all I see or hear sickens me
Every angle bent by rules, every point of view, every choice I make
The message rationalized by medicated
I'm not made for this hate
Erase this mass of incompetence
Stained souls operate the machine
There'll be no end to this deceit
It's shedding the light on what I had never seen
The anger keeps on building
It's not who I want to be
But how I can help it when all I see or hear sickens me