VERSE 1 Biting his fingernails, pulling his hair. Clawing his flesh raw to silence the wails: the voices that fill up his suffering mind, that drown him in anguish and drive him towards self hatred. CHORUS 1 Hatred of the self. Hatred of the self. Hatred of the self. Self-hatred of the self. BRIDGE Bring me my mother. Mother, my lover. Please help forgive me. Please save me from me. VERSE 2 Curled in a ball, tight, hugging his knees. Engulfed in the acid of his own private shame. The punishment served from the judge in himself: conscience, relentless, subjecting him to self hatred. CHORUS 2 Hatred of the self. Hatred of the self. Hatred of the self. Self-hatred of the self. REPEAT TO END Hatred of the self. Hatred of the self. Hatred of the self. .............. |