Blood, Hatred, Money and Rage

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