the self I hate

I roam around in meditation

I can’t find no peace of mind

I’m the deadest man alive

I’m the deadest man inside

and if I’m not,

I wish I were

I better run and hide

from the man I think I was

from the beast I tend to be

and these drinks I like to drink

make my self the self I hate

and I write these things I must

because God was never there

And I blame a non-religion

for up-sinning my desires

Oh, I love to pay the price

to be myself, at your expense