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 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 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 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
 I'm invisible
 I can't find the ice
 A slug
 I'm 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