Dawn to Dusk

November 29: MATCHES

Bobby told Jimmy gays should kill themselves
And Jimmy said "then I'm dying tonight"
See, hate is one of the hells
One of the circles they don't bring to light
They say when it's our turn
We'll be screwed by He who loves us
And I don't think we're gonna burn
But who are you to give us matches
You scream "God hates!"
So no wonder I hear crashes
From the bodies on the pavement
I see slashes
On the skin of children
Not sixteen
But not me
I'm free
Float like a feather and sting like a bee I don't think people should be told
Who they want to fuck tonight
It's just my luck I'm alive in the light
Bright in the sight of what I believe in
And I don't care if you think it's treason
Hate's ingrained; it ain't a hobby
So say goodbye to your friend Bobby