paroles de chanson Transcendental Rage for the Fundamentals - Fractured feat. It-Clings

I've been trying to think about life
Trying to come up with some sort of flawless system
That explains it all
You know, just something that makes it all make sense
Preferably one that comes in a nice easily digestible sound bite
Quick and easy and without too much effort
Because life can be quick and easy and without effort
And I realize the only one thing that brings me any sort of joy
Is anger and hate
Rage is the only thing that brings me what one might call contentment
Rage is the only thing
That even begins to satisfy my need for fulfillment
And then I realize that I have been wasting my rage on bullshit
On things that didn't deserve it
This one gift of mine was being squandered
On things that weren't worthy of it
And this angered me
I'm not going to slut off my rage
To everything and anything any longer
But rather now wish to save it for something really special
Save it for something noble that really deserves it
I wanted to hate what I respected
And I don't respect anything
I long to hate something worthy of the emotion
I can't hate incompetence, I can't hate the pathetic
The pathetic demeans my hate
I want my hate to represent my purpose, to become my purpose
I want it to be worthwhile and looking at you
Thinking about you
Knowing what you are
I realized that to hate you would be a crime
It would be like hating a stain
Like hating a pimple, a zit
I can dislike things all I want
They are a nuisance, a bother
But hating them would drag me down
Drag me down
How could I build up energy for this?
How could I really care?
I'm tired of having my hate watered down by irrelevant bullshit
There is nothing worse than wasting the beautiful energy
Of unrestrained anger
Of uninhibited fury
On something like this
Some impotent meaningless blur
And then a calm overcomes me
Nothing can bother me now
Because nothing is worth the trouble
Underneath this emotionless surface
Boils the true essence of unrestrained anger
I now walk through life like a ghost, like a zombie
For I have reached a transcendental state of bliss
And by bliss I mean rage
Because I know that what I now hate is the core of everything
I don't hate your trivialities
You bullshit, your irritants
I hate the essence
I hate truth
I hate the very fundamentals of it all