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...