He woke up early in the morning
With the tones of dead thoughts running through his skull.
This new day will bring absolutely nothing, same as the last one.
So, he is taking a towel,
And he is going to the bathroom and looking at the mirror
But the mirror is spitting to his face.
He feels that something that grows at the depths of his heart:
The feeling that defeats human race.

Hate! What a moronic word!
But this word has built our modern world!
Our modern world?!
I hate to say it but hate is the feeling that we've created!

He hates:
"Nine to five" working, taxies & depression,
Offensive yelling of his boss, irony in the eyes of his neighbors
And the barking of their fat & stupid dog!

And no one understands why it happens to him,
Why he has got to live in hate?
See, he was "smart" enough to realize he was not a loser,
But he always blames somebody else for his mistakes

Hate! What a moronic word! But this word has built our modern world!
Our modern world?!
I hate to say it but hate is the feeling that we've created!