Self‐Inflicted Songtext
von Caratucay

Disgusting bunch of flesh
Who do you want to impress
With your pathetic self-pity
For what you′ve done you'll have to pay

With blood running down your skin
With blood running out of self-inflicted wounds
Evidence from the raging self-hatred within
Makes visible what cannot be seen

Sharp knives seduce my eyes
The search for punishment controls my thoughts
Consuming venom, give me poison
Demise from the inside

Blood runs down your skin
Evidence from the raging self-hatred within


Break what′s whole, sicken what's fine
A slave to pain, to escape is to claim
That you deserve better than this
You are denied any form of bliss

Deeper and deeper
Methods get extremer
It gets harder and harder
To satisfy the need

Disgusting bunch of flesh
Who do you want to impress
With your pathetic self-pity
For what you've done you′ll have to pay

With blood running down your skin
Evidence from the raging self-hatred within

Break what′s whole, sicken what's fine
A slave to pain, to escape is to claim
That you deserve better than this
You are denied any form of bliss


Exposed to this spurned face
Forced to coexist within this place
Don′t judge my daunting tries
To which there is no grace