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To Hate
by Depuis l'Abîme
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Feelings of worthlessness
Harbour in my mind
Harbour in my mind
Trying to get this shit
That's poisoning my blood
To get out through the sweat
Like you'd throw out a sick guest
Please get out of here
Oh please get out of here
Can anybody tell me
What these hands were made for
I'm casting this old light
In a new direction to see
If it can
Through any lens it crosses
Bring back
Something
That I can be proud of
Can anybody tell me
What these hands were made for
I'm casting this old light
In a new direction to see
If it can
Through any lens it crosses
Bring back
Something
That I can be proud of
They say that self worth
Can only be found inside yourself
But what if they're wrong
What if they are wrong
Because
Supposedly if it was here
I should have found it by now
I should have found it by now
It cannot be buried that deep
And all that self pity
All this moaning
How does it serve me
What purpose does it have
Expect writing some boring lyrics
And nurturing this cycle of stupid thoughts
Why does it feel
So good to hate
I guess I should be happy
I guess I should
I should stop complaining
I have it better
Much better than some
But in the end
Every time I take a step back
All I can see is a shameful set of bones
That cannot
Get out
Of bed
Maybe I should ask myself
What kind of worth I'd like to feel
Why should I be more than anyone else
Sometimes I take comfort knowing that all of this will end
Not because I want to die
But because it means that someday, whatever good or bad I've done
Won't matter anymore
And I breath the air
And I start feeling better
And I breath the air
And I start feeling better
From now on I'm gonna scream
In every mic I can find
From now on I'm gonna scream
In every microphone
I can get my hands on
If I can't love myself
Well that's ok
And if I can't do much
That's ok too
Cause maybe I can love you
And maybe you could love me
And maybe that's enough
To turn this absurd body
Into something
That makes sense
Into something
I can live with
Feelings of worthlessness
Harbour in my mind
Harbour in my mind
Trying to get this shit
That's poisoning my blood
To get out through the sweat
Like you'd throw out a sick guest
Please get out of here
Oh please get out of here
Can anybody tell me
What these hands were made for
I'm casting this old light
In a new direction to see
If it can
Through any lens it crosses
Bring back
Something
That I can be proud of
Can anybody tell me
What these hands were made for
I'm casting this old light
In a new direction to see
If it can
Through any lens it crosses
Bring back
Something
That I can be proud of
They say that self worth
Can only be found inside yourself
But what if they're wrong
What if they are wrong
Because
Supposedly if it was here
I should have found it by now
I should have found it by now
It cannot be buried that deep
And all that self pity
All this moaning
How does it serve me
What purpose does it have
Expect writing some boring lyrics
And nurturing this cycle of stupid thoughts
Why does it feel
So good to hate
I guess I should be happy
I guess I should
I should stop complaining
I have it better
Much better than some
But in the end
Every time I take a step back
All I can see is a shameful set of bones
That cannot
Get out
Of bed
Maybe I should ask myself
What kind of worth I'd like to feel
Why should I be more than anyone else
Sometimes I take comfort knowing that all of this will end
Not because I want to die
But because it means that someday, whatever good or bad I've done
Won't matter anymore
And I breath the air
And I start feeling better
And I breath the air
And I start feeling better
From now on I'm gonna scream
In every mic I can find
From now on I'm gonna scream
In every microphone
I can get my hands on
If I can't love myself
Well that's ok
And if I can't do much
That's ok too
Cause maybe I can love you
And maybe you could love me
And maybe that's enough
To turn this absurd body
Into something
That makes sense
Into something
I can live with
