Hate My Way

<br>I could be a smack freak<br>And hate society<br>I could hate God<br>And blame Dad<br>I might be in a Holocaust<br>Hate Hitler<br>Might not have a child<br>And hate school<br>I could be a sad lover<br>And hate death<br>I could be a neuro<br>And hate sweat<br>No<br>I hate my way<br>I make you in to some<br>I can`t rise above the church<br>I`m caught in a jungle<br>Vines tangle my hands<br>I`m always so hot and it`s hot in here<br>I say it`s all right<br>My pillow screams too<br>But so does my kitchen<br>And water<br>And my shoes<br>And the road<br>I have a gun in my head<br>I`m invisible<br>I can`t find the ice<br>A slug<br>I`m TV<br>I hate<br>A boy was tangled in his bike forever<br>A girl was missing two fingers<br>Gerry Ann was confused<br>Mr. Huberty<br>Had a gun in his head<br>So I sit up late in the morning<br>And ask myself again<br>How do they kill children?<br>And why do I want to die?<br>They can no longer move<br>I can no longer be still<br>I hate<br>My way