I Hate It All
Every time I turn around
It's where I have to go
I want to make the best of it
But I don't want to know
They see me as they see me
They take me as they find
And everything I tell you
Is all inside my mind
I Hate It all, I Hate it all, I Hate it all, I Hate it all
And then I fall down to the ground
They tell me what they tell me
And I see what they show
A glut of information
Just falling down like snow
They try to make me answer
They trick me when I do
Why do, what you, want to, watch you,
Feed you, free you too
I Hate It all, I Hate it all, I Hate it all, I Hate it all
And then I fall down to the ground
I don't want the feedback
I don't need the call
What they want from me don't stop
I thought they took it all
Manipulated, fragmentated
Featured, boxed and binned
Find me drowning in this chaos
I want out not in
I Hate It all, I Hate it all, I Hate it all, I Hate it all
And then I fall down to the ground
Autor(es): Guy Days, Nick Cash
