Blood, hatred, money, and rage That’s the food that I eat That’s the juice-box I crave No soul to sing about Don’t stand in my way
Blood, hatred, money, and rage
Blood, hatred, money, and rage Between in the in-between of indolence and grace Pack the bong with fireworks Blow your face away
Blood, hatred, money, and rage
Rage, money, hatred, and blood More savory than innocence More intimate than love I really want to hurt you But that won’t be enough Enough enough enough
Rage, money, hatred, and blood
Blood, hatred, money, and rage The soul of a murderer with the patience of a saint The faces of my enemies all trapped in a blaze
Blood, hatred, money, and rage Blood, hatred, money, and rage Blood, hatred, money, and rage