The Fear the Hate

The fear the hate is cutting me a whole and it won't go away And I can't get along until it hits the ground, screaming like an old familiar sound They reach a town deep out in the desert where they sleeping now Putting out a fire that is deep inside the distant little ruins of this town Is it often that you want to hate yourself? Is it often that you want to save yourself? Ride out 'till it's dawn, she kept on making money I couldn't help myself One of those stolen days with all the stakes that are getting missed One of those much bitter games that you play The sense of doubt somewhere in the making of [?] to shout Rattle in the cage like I was caught while being just an owner in this town She's on the stair, creeping up a little bit each time he cares Keeping it alone until it comes my way, it makes me feel a little strange Is it often that you want to hate yourself? And is it often that you want to save somebody else? Ah Approach it right, it's just about as useful as you said it might being in disposable It still would fight, it just can't get a bone The fear the hate is cutting me a whole and it won't go away And I can't get along until it hits the ground, screaming like an old familiar sound Ride out 'till it's dawn, you better leave that town alone I couldn't help myself Ride out 'till it's dawn, does it feel like this is old I couldn't help myself, no (She said) I couldn't help myself Oh, I know Couldn't help, I couldn't help