Soon You'll be no more You'll vanish from sight And you let the world see how You're practicing for the end
But to go through with it No more to bask In the glory of grief That keeps you from being a bore A boring wound that will mend
Hate the self For it's your one thing to lean on When you shamble exhausted on the thirsty ground Hate the self And the earth will drink Then the self will know its place, kept gagged and bound Hate the self And beat it into submission 'Til it won't raise its head and will avert its eyes Hate the self For it's the one thing precious On this dry, jagged earth where there must be none
Dwell Wallow and bathe In your own blood You want to want to die Gory glory No pain, no gain
Supplement your personality With gleaming razors To stunt any growth A beast of burden will learn Whereas you will run to the cane
Hate the self For it's your one thing to lean on When you shamble exhausted on the thirsty ground Hate the self And the earth will drink Then the self will know its place, kept gagged and bound Hate the self And beat it into submission 'Til it won't raise its head and will avert its eyes Hate the self For it's the one thing precious On this dry, jagged earth where there must be none
One of a kind, unique And taking pride in your misery To crack a smile Would be to rob yourself of your identity
Drag the self Away to be flogged And bleed with a smile, lose yourself in the flow
Your one life, you flush it down the drain To cling to what little you know
Bleed the self And the pain will protect you From happiness, the scariest thing in the world
Make sure that it will last forever Pain, unending painTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.