Hate Me [Extended] - KDA, Patrick Cash

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about hating

What eats at the heart of hate

Because you know I hate people every day

I hate tourists on Oxford Street

I hate children on the tube

And I hate slow walkers stopping me getting to my train

I wanna grab their faces, say with all that rages

Get out of my fucking way

But i don’t, because I know my hatred is a ghost

It’s a quick-flicked switch

A brief-lit wick

It’s a fake shade of hate

Just a frustration of place

I mean don’t get me wrong I’m not a saint

I dislike a fair few people

But that’s not the same as hating

That’s not the same as wanting to stamp on their faces

Haters always gonna hate they say

And in some places if you ain’t got hatred you ain’t got status

So let’s play with the face of hate

Hate me for a moment

Hate everything i am

Hate me because I am different to you

Hate my words and my brothers too

Hate me for my body

That ends at my fingertips

Hate my skin, my pigmentation

Hate me for the sensations I share with another in bed

Hate me for my private moments

Hate the tears I’ve shed and the hopes I’ve shared

Hate my thoughts and fears and dreams

Hate the man I might yet be

Then take your hate away, and make it something great

Nurture your hatred

Feed it and mould it like clay

Stoke at its embers until its coals glow red

Sculpt it like glass being blown

Till it fits the shape of your soul

And hate will heat you in the cold

Hate will be there when you’re alone

(When you’re alone)

It’s about immigrants

It’s about antisemitism in Hungary

And Pegida rising in Germany

It’s about Orlando

It’s about invading mosques

It’s about a jungle in Calais and a black boy shot in the streets in the USA

It’s looking at a human race, that sometimes seems consumed, and wasted,

by hatred

And standing up to that and saying, I am not afraid