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