I hate to be this man who walks around
Telling tales of sin and foolish pride
Look at me and tell me who you see
Tell me what I need and who to be
I love the way I hate to feel
So someone take control of the wheel
I love my God but hate to kneel
Is it life or death that's really real
I don't care if you think that I'm a mess
Passion for my art has given me such bliss
And given me the strength; A heart of steel
It once was golden but heartache soon revealed
I can't remember the last time that I found
A place of meaning to plant my roots and sound
Where will I be when the final grain of sand
Falls and sends us back to the fruitful land
I love the way I hate to feel
So someone take control of the wheel
I love my God but hate to kneel
Is it life or death that's really real
I love to hate
And hate to love
I love to hate
Hate
I love the way I hate to feel
So someone take control of the wheel
I love my God but hate to kneel
Is it life or death that's really real