Hate My Way (throwing Muses)

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 some

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 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...