Hates

Trading carbon for money
Trading men for men
An uncomfortable place to admit that we’re in
The microphone’s hot
But no one’s listening
The noise burns our ears but I guess it’s just skin

We sing songs in church that were written for sex
We sing church songs to sell olive breadsticks
and we love to hate what we hate
Yes we love to hate what we hate

We keep the lights low to cover our shame
But other young bodies are properly lit
The marketing person is throwing a fit

We sing songs in church that were written for sex
We sing church songs to sell olive breadsticks
and we love to hate what we hate
Yes we love to hate what we hate

Hate should break your heart