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