"Hate My Way"

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 job

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 into a song

I can't rise above the church

I'm caught in a jungle, vines tangle my hands

I'm always so hot and it's hot in here

I say it's alright

My pillow screams too, but so does my kitchen

And water in my shoes

And the road

I have a gun in my head

I'm invisible

I can't find the ice

A slug, I'm TV

I hate...

A boy 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 wanna die?

They can no longer move

I can no longer be still

I hate my way.