What We Hate Lyrics - My Brain Hurts - Screeching Weasel

There isn't destiny 

The way things go 

I don't think so 

The changes that alter us 

Are a product of our own volition 

And we become what we hate 

It's not hard to figure out 

That you're scared when 

You act so much better 

You're holding onto 

Something we can't have 

But hands still circle 

You're still getting old 

And we become what we hate 

Do you believe in the lies 

That shape your world 

Do you believe in your own fictitious immortality 

The world won't end 

While you walk the earth 

And when you realize that your life don't matter 

You'll turn to something to help 

You forget that 

You're only young once 

Old forever