This is a song about "Hate and rage"

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

And these lames will forever hate/

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

These incidents only fueled my anger, resentment, and rage.

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Gave me rage and hate and pain and angst, i can't sing without it,

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

My head spins and it twirls, until it hurls me into rage.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Simply rage and youthful exuberance