[00:05.91] I could be a smack freak
[00:08.37] And hate society
[00:11.34] I could hate God
[00:13.86] And blame Dad
[00:19.05] I might be in a Holocaust
[00:22.65] Hate Hitler
[00:22.92] Might not have a child
[00:25.14] And hate school
[00:27.57] I could be a sad lover
[00:30.48] And hate death
[00:35.61] I could be a neuro
[00:38.46] And hate sweat
[00:40.80] No
[00:43.02] I hate my way
[00:55.92] I make you in to a song
[00:58.86] I can't rise above the church
[01:06.63] I'm caught in a jungle
[01:08.07] Vines tangle my hands
[01:11.64] I'm always so hot and it's hot in here
[01:18.90] I say it's all right
[01:29.70] My pillow screams too
[01:34.17] But so does my kitchen
[01:36.42] And water
[01:37.41] And my shoes
[01:39.90] And the road
[01:42.72] I have a gun in my head
[01:47.61] I'm invisible
[01:50.01] I can't find the ice
[01:52.23] A slug
[01:58.14] I'm TV
[01:59.97] I hate
[02:00.09] A boy, he was tangled in his bike forever
[02:12.06] A girl was missing two fingers
[02:15.66] Gerry Ann was confused
[02:22.98] Mr. Huberty
[02:23.37] Had a gun in his head
[02:27.75] So I sit up late in the morning
[02:33.24] And ask myself again
[02:38.31] How do they kill children?
[02:39.84] And why do I want to die?
[02:52.32] They can no longer move
[02:58.41] I can no longer be still
[03:26.55] I hate
[03:26.67] 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