Hate

I hate the Puritans

I hate Mary Magdalene

I hate the way she washed his feet, they still called her a whore

Jesus Christ, I hate you now and I hated you before

I hate prophets

I hate L.A. Shamans

Abraham, Adam and Isaiah and Mohammed

I hate the way it escalates, a drag race to the bottom

I hate Vishnu

I hate the Hari Krishna

David Koresh, Jim Jones, and Buddha

I hate this twisted logic, this sadistic hallelujah

Every single book I've read

Always had the same ending

Right hand on the bible and the truth is still irrelevant

Don't you know the bad guys always win

Don't you know the bad guys always win

Hate is a language

Hate is a fascination

I hate the way I get through the day, my preoccupations

There's no receipt, no deceit, no paper trail at all

Every single fleeting thought becomes another outlaw song

One hand on a smoking gun and a bullet in the innocent

Don't you know the bad guys always win

Don't you know the bad guys always win

I hate love songs

I hate stadiums

I hate the way you turn and walk away

I hate the way my heart anticipates

I hate dreaming

I hate sleeping

I hate waking up always the same

I hate making small talk, begging for some change

I hate the protest singer, staring at me in the mirror

There's nothing left worth fighting for, hasn't that come clear

The artificial poets from the future are here