I’m a man who hates himself
Just a bag of cells
It is only the skin that smiles
As my heart beats closer to the incinerator
I’m a man who hates himself
Maybe I’m just a man?
Forgotten how to love
The treasure map to my heart is burnt
Gone cold cause I sold my soul
To the deadly fire
That somehow keeps me warm
With bitter between my teeth
I’m a man who hates himself
Maybe I’m just a man?
Days gone oh full of clouds
People try to resuscitate my life
Breathing air through my dead mouth
But when she took the suitcase
And went away
Each calendar page went more grey
As the dishes became glued to the sink
My life became filled with cobweb
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