Biting keeps your words at bay
Tending to the sores that stay
Happiness is just a gash away

When I open a familiar scar
Pain goes shooting like a star
Comfort hasn't failed to follow so far


And you might say it's self-indulgent
You might say it's self-destructive

But, you see, it's more productive
Than if I were to be healthy


And pens and penknives take the blame
Crane my neck and scratch my name
But the ugly marks

Are worth the momentary gain...
When I jab a sharpened object in
Choirs of angels seem to sing

Hymns of hate in memorandum

And you might say it's self-indulgent

And you might say it's self-destructive
But, you see, it's more productive
Than if I were to be happy


And sappy songs about sex and cheating
Bland accounts of two lovers meeting

Make me want to give mankind a beating

And you might say it's self-destructive

But, you see, I'd kick the bucket
Sixty times before I'd kick the habit


And as the skin rips off,
I cherish the revolting thought
That even if I quit

There's not a chance in hell I'd stop
And anyone can see the signs
Mittens in the summertime

Thank you for your pity, you are too kind

And you might say it's self-inflicted

But you see that's contradictive
Why on earth would anyone practice self destruction?


And pain opinions are sitcom feeding
They don't know that their minds are teething
Makes me want to give mankind a beating


I'm tried bandages and sinking
I've tried gloves and even thinking

I've tried vaseline
I've tried everything
And no one cares if your back is bleeding

They're concerned with their hair receding
Looking back it was all maltreating
Every thought that occurred misleading


Makes me want to give myself a beating