(Korpela)

Soon
You'll be no more
You'll vanish from sight
And you let the world see how
You're practicing for the end

But to go through with it
No more to bask
In the glory of grief
That keeps you from being a bore
A boring wound that will mend

CHORUS
Hate the self
For it's your one thing to lean on
When you shamble exhausted on the thirsty ground
Hate the self
And the earth will drink
Then the self will know its place, kept gagged and bound
Hate the self
And beat it into submission
'Til it won't raise its head and will avert its eyes
Hate the self
For it's the one thing precious
On this dry, jagged earth where there must be none

Dwell
Wallow and bathe
In your own blood
You want to want to die
Gory glory
No pain, no gain

Supplement your personality
With gleaming razors
To stunt any growth
A beast of burden will learn
Whereas you will run to the cane

REPEAT CHORUS

One of a kind, unique
And taking pride in your misery
To crack a smile
Would be to rob yourself of your identity

Drag the self
Away to be flogged
And bleed with a smile, lose yourself in the flow

Your one life, you flush it down the drain
To cling to what little you know

Bleed the self
And the pain will protect you
From happiness, the scariest thing in the world

Make sure that it will last forever
Pain, unending pain