| People say that I’m a stranger
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| Just for living on the outside
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| People act like I’m a danger
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| Just for living out my life
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| But if I tried just once to reach out and help someone
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| Without them having to come to me begging
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| And giving me everything I need first
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| Maybe they wouldn’t call me a
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| Psychotic Hate Man
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| I see hate and I see anger
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| Everywhere but in my own mind
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| It’s a door that I won’t open
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| It’s a train that I won’t ride
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| And as the twenty foot walls of black concrete
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| Steel and glass of my life comes tumbling down
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| I blame the world and give it truth and disdain
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| Cause I’m a
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| Psychotic Hate Man
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| Break the silence with a silence
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| The noise I never made at all shines
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| I’ve got pain and I’ve got anger
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| And that’s all I need to get by
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| Everyone, everywhere, nobody ever gave me nothing all the time
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| Except the ones who saved my life
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| But they don’t count cause they’re everyone too
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| And I’m a
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| Psychotic Hate Man
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| Psychotic Hate Man
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| Psychotic Hate Man
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| Psychotic Hate Man |