Lyrics

There is a Hell we hold within,
you can't forgive yourself for the things you did.
A hairshirt and a bottle,
won't let you forget.

Consequently, rear entry
is all that we're left with.
We camouflage our sabotage,
and lay at the mercy of myth.

And culpa's even worse than Crack,
You don't need a sheepskin to know that,
even after cutting, nailbiting, hair pulling and spiting.
All your shame is still toxic.

Consequently, rear entry
is all that we're left with.
We camouflage our sabotage,
and lay at the mercy of myth.

I'll abandon ship on this guilt trip,
and let it drown,
Need some clemency from self pity,
and burn it out.