I curse the fact that
I wasn't born a misanthrope
That could very well serve
Inside this hole of a world
I just hate myself when
I get touched by emotion
When all that we deserve
Would be annihilation
I'd rather be blind
To not see at all
I'd rather be numb
And crawl in a hole
Bite the hand that feeds
Shoot friends in the back
The only rules to live by
The only rules to trust
Why settle things in peace
When we could fight to death
Who cares about white flags
When war's my very breath
And yet there are voices
That still speak of hope
I'd just like to get myself
Some of their own dope