Self Inflicted from Bad Vibes by Aesthetic Perfection
Tracklist
| 3. | Self Inflicted | 3:28 |
Lyrics
I slice the throat
Of everything I adore
Everything I adore
I cry for war
And throw myself on the sword
Throw myself on the sword
No need for scorn
Nor plague or storm
I see the source
My pain my woe
I do it to myself
I do it to myself
In the shadows I hide
Where the devils reside
In the shadows I hide
Where the devils reside
I salt the soil
And wonder why nothing grows
Wonder why nothing grows
My heart has spoiled
I’m rotten right to the core
Rotten right to the core
No need for war
(It's all your fault)
Nor plague or storm
(You cannot stop)
I see the source
(Self sabotage)
My pain my woe
I do it to myself
I do it to myself
In the shadows I hide
Where the devils reside
In the shadows I hide
Where the devils reside
I tie the noose
From which I sway
Snuff out the light
That lights the way
I break the bones
That brace my weight
Why do I choose
This path of pain?
For petty pride
And sympathy?
It’s time to kill
This side of me
For myself
For myself
For myself
In the shadows I hide
Where the devils reside
In the shadows I hide
Where the devils reside
