Sick of Yourself

Bitterness bites. The heavyweight poison feels so Right. Digging your heart up every night. In places it shouldn't see to Light. Tell me the truth, why don't you? Are you gonna let them get away? With dodging your aching thoughts each day. You sure have a lot you got to weigh. You don't even know what's taking your Soul. You're swallowing dirt, you think that it's Gold. Your hate is a hell, a Poisonous well. You're figuring out you're sick of Yourself. Bitterness bites. Bearing the burden proud and trite. You said forgiveness is weak, Unjustified. Ingest all the outrage you can find. You don't even know what's taking your Soul. You're swallowing dirt, you think That it's gold. Your hate is a hell, a poisonous Well. You're figuring out you're sick of Yourself. Bitterness eats at The host. It doesn't do anything to the object Of its displeasure. Bitterness is like cancer. You don't even know What's taking your soul. Your stomach has turned, you're sick of yourself. Your hate is a hell, a poisonous well. You're figuring out you're sick of Yourself. Yeah. You're sick of yourself. Oh.