The Gift Which Keeps On Giving
Hate myself
I
Have a voice
Which squeaks like a
Fucked up ten year old
Hate myself
I
Possess a body
Which stands small and undeveloped
Like a damned thirteen year old
Never gonna get any
Hate myself
I
Contain a dark sexuality
Which chokes my religion like a
Serpent chokes its prey
I lie I lie I lie
Someday will die die die
Hate myself
I
exist as a mystical freak
Who has a fucked up vision
And sees things that really do not
Stand there there there
Why Why Why
Can I not Have
My fucking glass of wine from Second Base
I wish at train tracks and on flower seeds
Everyday Everyday Everyday
Hate myself
I
Hate myself
I