Verse 1 I keep a ledger in my chest with red and green ink Red for the harm, green for the fix I grit my teeth at systems selling silence for rent Still I patch the roof because the house ain’t spent I curse the cycle, then I study the gears If rage is fuel, I tune it, steer it clear I break what’s crooked with a measured hand Scars teach the map, not the final plan Hook I grind my teeth at the mess, still guard what it can be I aim the anger precise, build what we need Chorus Hate it enough to change the way it stands Care enough to rebuild it with steady hands Hate it enough to change the way it stands Cut through the rot, put the weight in our hands Hate it enough to change the way it stands No blind collapse, just plans in our hands Hate it enough to change the way it stands Shape what survives with deliberate hands Verse 2 They sell quick cures with a catchy refrain I read the fine print, count every chain I see the cost of applause without repair So I keep it sharp but I keep it fair I talk to the floor, the wires, the code Find the choke points, lighten the load I won’t praise ruin or worship the grind I change the rules without losing the spine Hook I grind my teeth at the mess, still guard what it can be I aim the anger precise, build what we need Chorus Hate it enough to change the way it stands Care enough to rebuild it with steady hands Hate it enough to change the way it stands Cut through the rot, put the weight in our hands Hate it enough to change the way it stands No blind collapse, just plans in our hands Hate it enough to change the way it stands Shape what survives with deliberate hands Bridge Anger is voltage, I route it to work Calm is the socket, it keeps it from hurt No sermons shouted from towers of gold Just sleeves rolled up, results foretold I test every claim, I log every fault Turn protest to process, refuse the default If love is the labor, I clock every hour If hate is the spark, I channel the power Hook I grind my teeth at the mess, still guard what it can be I aim the anger precise, build what we need Chorus Hate it enough to change the way it stands Care enough to rebuild it with steady hands Hate it enough to change the way it stands Cut through the rot, put the weight in our hands Hate it enough to change the way it stands No blind collapse, just plans in our hands Hate it enough to change the way it stands Shape what survives with deliberate hands
