Eat The Hate Lyrics – Poppy | from “Empty Hands”

Poppy’s clawing out of the void with Empty Hands, her seventh studio storm unleashing January 23 via Sumerian Records, and “Eat The Hate” roars in like a midnight feast—devouring doubt with fangs bared, turning poison into power one savage bite at a time.

This cut pulses at the album’s raw core: a blistering alt-metal hybrid where Poppy’s siren wails collide with industrial crunches and emo-tinged hooks, her vocals flipping from ethereal whispers to guttural snarls that echo like a exorcism in overdrive. It’s her signature genre-blend sorcery—think I Disagree’s fury meets Negative Spaces’ haunt—produced in feverish LA sessions that layer glitchy synths under thunderous riffs. Thematically, it’s unapologetic alchemy: feasting on inner demons, flipping hate (self-loathing or otherwise) into fuel, a defiant middle finger to the noise that tries to bury you. No leaks yet, but that title alone screams the manifesto—empowerment as consumption, where you don’t just survive the storm, you swallow it whole. Teased in cryptic Insta reels last week, it’s got stans theorizing it’s the bridge from “Bruised Sky”’s bruises to “Guardian”’s grit, her most visceral swing at reclaiming the narrative.

Empty Hands expands the sonic black hole she cracked open on 2024’s Negative Spaces, a 13-track void-dive into absence and rebirth—no light without the dark, recorded amid her post-tour haze with co-writes from Jordan Fish adding that Bring Me the Horizon edge. The lineup? Opener “Unravel” sets the unraveling tone, flanked by bangers like “Bruised Sky,” “Guardian,” “The Wait,” “If We’re Following the Light,” and closers that promise cathartic collapse. It’s less concept album, more emotional autopsy: 45 minutes of brutal beauty probing loss, fury, and fragile hope, all wrapped in visuals of fractured mirrors and midnight bonfires.

She’s cresting a wild wave right now, 30 and fearless after Negative Spaces’ chart conquest and that Knotfest rampage where she crowd-surfed on screams. The YouTube pop princess turned metal shapeshifter is ditching dollhouse gloss for dungeon depths, her evolution a blueprint for alt reinvention—proving Poppy doesn’t just play the game; she reprograms it, one hate-choked hook at a time.

Dive into the Eat The Hate lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Empty Hands tracks for more of Poppy’s void-conquering alt-metal fire.