I could be a smack freak And hate society I could hate god
And blame dad I might be in a holocaust
Hate hitler Might not have a child
And hate school I could be a sad lover And hate death
I could be a neuro And hate sweat No I hate my way
I make you in to a song I cant rise above the church
Im caught in a jungle Vines tangle my hands
Im always so hot and its hot in here I say its all right
My pillow screams too But so does my kitchen
And water And my shoes And the road
I have a gun in my head Im invisible I cant find the ice
A slug Im tv I hate
A boy, he was tangled in his bike forever
A girl was missing two fingers
Gerry ann was confused Mr huberty Had a gun in his head
So I sit up late in the morning And ask myself again
How do they kill children And why do I want to die
They can no longer move I can no longer be still
I hate My way