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