Overcome by a monolithic diatribe
Languid in my hateful spite
I embrace the death envisioned in my mind\'s eye
Tearing off my skin, seeking enemies
Born of cursed flesh,
A putrid amalgamation of excess
In the semblance of a human form;
A maladroit misanthrope clutches at its chest
In its blackened heart, it desires touch of death
The misanthrope\'s a ghost that should have died months ago
Body skulks on borrowed time, missing peace and hope sublime
I\'m just the shadow of a mime because in silent and invisible
Suffering in public, no, my sins are not amendable
Find it incredible that I\'ve lived this long
Seeing so many worthless ambitions dashed and gone
I\'m just a wise fool who hasn\'t any patience for himself
Thinking about a glorious end for my impetuous pride
Jumpin\' from a bridge, find my corpse by the Riverside
Or hangin\' high in my closet, hemp necklace a sign of my noblesse oblige
I beat myself for being afraid
I beat myself for being sad about my fear
I beat myself for beating myself