He was born on an average day Look like any other baby Neighbours said: What a lovely boy You have you Through the years it could’ve been Most… kid Never did anything that showed The mad man was living in his soul Never know he was going crazy A little bit at a time Hate, don’t you love it? World can’t seem to get enough of it Hate, don’t you want it? Love the way you feel when you’re running Hate hate All through his highschool days He kept himself hid away Never let anybody close He was just a crying … Slowly coming on dawn Who knew that was something missing from his soul Like a spider build an awful web A little bit at a time Hate, don’t you love it? World can’t seem to get enough of it Hate, don’t you want it? Love the way you feel when you’re running Hate hate Last night on the evening news I heard his name and it turned my head Something ’bout the look.. Boy Fifteen people dead He thought he was a guardian angel Gonna put this world at peace He was talkin’ about happiness Like it was some kind of disease He died on an average day At the state penitenciary They laid him in his grave The camera’s rolling, the people wait Hate, don’t you love it? World can’t seem to get enough of it Hate, don’t you want it? Love the way you feel when you’re running Hate, don’t you love it? World can’t seem to get enough of it Hate, don’t you want it? Love the way you feel when you’re running Hate I can’t get enough, don’t you love it? Hate!