I could be a smack freak and hate society
I could hate 
God and blame 
DadI might be in a 
Holocaust, hate 
HitlerMight 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 into a song
I can't rise above the church
I'm caught in a jungle
Vines tangle my hands
And 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 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 wanna die?
They can no longer move
I can no longer be still
I hate my way