THE DIRT RADICALS LYRICS

"iHate"

The world has shut me out but that's ok,
From what I've seen so far it's cold and grey.
Lost, I found a place to call my own.
The hottest place that I've have ever known.

Inside, I bleed and suffer for eternity.
And I can't breathe, pinch myself - I'm not asleep.

So full of wrong,
Lit up like a cigarette,
That's been burning too long;
And I can't stub it, I can't stub it out.

Wake to make a mistake I won't shake,
Sticks and stones, ache my bones but wont break.
An end without a start,
A boy born without a heart.
Rise and shine, to a world of decline.
Ups and downs, tape stuck in rewind.
Chicken or the egg,
Don't matter if it's dead.
Now I live on the sun,
Coz my old world's an ugly one.
I'd rather burn then be dull.
And I'm contemplating social suicide.

Let me in it's cold out here alone,
The kingdom I once had - now overthrown.
Vultures overhead, wolves at the door (I'm sure).
Ground falling from my feet and I'm just bored.

Inside, I bleed and suffer for eternity.
And I can't breathe, pinch myself - I'm not asleep.

So full of wrong,
Lit up like a cigarette,
That's been burning too long;
And I can't stub it, I can't stub it out.

Wake to make a mistake I won't shake,
Sticks and stones, ache my bones but wont break.
An end without a start,
A boy born without a heart.
Rise and shine, to a world of decline.
Ups and downs, tape stuck in rewind.
Chicken or the egg,
Don't matter if it's dead.
Now I live on the sun,
Coz my old world's an ugly one.
I'd rather burn then be dull.
The always waiting, constant hating;
I'm contemplating social suicide.

Now I live on the sun,
Coz my old world's an ugly one.
I'd rather burn then be dull.
And I can't stub it, I can't stub it out.

Wake to make a mistake I won't shake,
Sticks and stones, ache my bones but wont break.
An end without a start,
A boy born without a heart.
Rise and shine, to a world of decline.
Ups and downs, tape stuck in rewind.
Chicken or the egg,
Don't matter if it's dead.
Now I live on the sun,
Coz my old world's an ugly one.
And I need a knew start,
From this hole where I've been.
The always waiting, constant hating;
I'm contemplating social suicide.

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