I had to sing this for me Watch myself pilloried Ugly, scruffy, no one But then I guess that you knew Nasty, bitter, enraged A nice polite english way Full circle, desensitised I'm right back where I began
Hated, broken
The dead flowers reject Sad glucoma in mist Injustice wells up in me We are shit and refuse
Hated, broken
It's what it's like to be hated I am afflicted and ill It's what it's like to be hated I wrote this song for myself
We are shit and refuse to wallow in rejection My will is shattered again My leeches, parasite friends No man's an island they said I breathe my solitary air Explain myself to noone Beautiful sad solitude
Hated, broken
Learn to ignore all the slurs You can get used to all things
Hated, broken
Piss in the face of the sick Unjust vendetta's uncool Unjust, unwanted, reject Uninformed, understood A silence, broken my will Afflicted, shattered and sick Popularity stakes Overrated you said Isolation can feel like a utopian state To be this liked is to be suffocated you said Beauty, sadness, enraged of solitude can be bare Disturbed, unwanted at birth The fucking joke that we are I've never had any friends Could be a sweet suicide A fucking homo in flesh To weak to protest