The Sincerest Form of Hatred
A room full of broken mirrors
Reflections are all but shattered
Take a shard, swallow it whole
Pray it cuts into my core
Take another, cut into skin
Dopamine hits as it sinks in
Fight the urge to rip and tear
I loathe to feel that it's still there
Dysmorphia
I'm such a fucking piece of shit
The self-loathing I feel, I know I deserve it
And I hate everything I love
I swear to you that's from the heart
I just want it all to cease
Intrusive thoughts, that raging beast
I've yearned so long to make it numb
Leave me be the damage is done
Break this hold upon my mind
Release the curse, purge my insides
Flay the wound then cauterise
The only man I fear is I
Dysmorphia
My burning shame
Dysmorphia
Forever feeding my dismay
Burning bridges, ripping stitches, I refuse to break
Falling deeper into my sincerest form of hate
Not by design, this is learned and so here I stand
A broken husk, ruled by lust, my failures aren't so grand
I see the mirror, reflective, can't stand to see my self
All this hate, of what I'm made of, I think I need help
I guess I'll live with the dead man's hand that I've been dealt
Some wounds were never meant to heal
Some wounds were never meant to heal
And my greatest admission is the guilt I feel
The sincerest form of hatred I reserve for myself
This hatred I reserve for myself
Reflections are all but shattered
Take a shard, swallow it whole
Pray it cuts into my core
Take another, cut into skin
Dopamine hits as it sinks in
Fight the urge to rip and tear
I loathe to feel that it's still there
Dysmorphia
I'm such a fucking piece of shit
The self-loathing I feel, I know I deserve it
And I hate everything I love
I swear to you that's from the heart
I just want it all to cease
Intrusive thoughts, that raging beast
I've yearned so long to make it numb
Leave me be the damage is done
Break this hold upon my mind
Release the curse, purge my insides
Flay the wound then cauterise
The only man I fear is I
Dysmorphia
My burning shame
Dysmorphia
Forever feeding my dismay
Burning bridges, ripping stitches, I refuse to break
Falling deeper into my sincerest form of hate
Not by design, this is learned and so here I stand
A broken husk, ruled by lust, my failures aren't so grand
I see the mirror, reflective, can't stand to see my self
All this hate, of what I'm made of, I think I need help
I guess I'll live with the dead man's hand that I've been dealt
Some wounds were never meant to heal
Some wounds were never meant to heal
And my greatest admission is the guilt I feel
The sincerest form of hatred I reserve for myself
This hatred I reserve for myself
Credits
Writer(s): Brad Darkson, Heath Ross, Josh Reimers, Tim Walter
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