Strange seraphim stand stock still
As dead tongues loll in appreciation
This disgust of myself is not something evil
So why are you surprised?
How could I want to be like this?

Sometimes I can see I'm sick
And that my weaknesses are wrong
Our consciences have never been made of brick
If they were then I'd never be guilty
Because of the person I am

I do not want to see tomorrow
Or the anguish it will bring
Sometimes I am prepared for all this sorrow
But sometimes I am not at my best
And sometimes that can hurt.