Gotta Let the Hate Out

I gotta let the hate out one way or another.
 
I've kept it bottled in for god knows how long and it’s overflowing above the rim.
 
So I take a swim in this familiar sensation that erases all relaxation.
 
Homicide is on my mind through these times.
 
I invite it like a guest that I've been expecting to come.
 
I’ll furnish the living room so that its free to move.
 
These sickening people don’t know what I can do.
 
I stay under control as long as I can.
 
But mother, I fear I’m gonna snap and turn into another person that I sometimes wish would take control.
 
Make it over with not much of a soul.
 
I scream and I shout, I pound my fist into the walls and floor.
 
Tearing paper from the walls, digging up nails and floor boards from the foundation on which I stand.
 
This only happens when the world strikes the red button that makes me crave gore.
 
Images fill my head and I’am left with no remorse.