Featureless insaity
Inveterate melancholy
A death by any means
But preferably my own
Disgusted hypocrisy
Guilt and mediocrity
Celebrate this
Celebrate this

(GUITAR SOLO)

Derived from bleak despair
I hope the devil may care
No-one else thinks
And here I stand alone
Distraught in my lair
A dark but creative flair
Celebrate this
Celebrate this

(SOUND OF MARCHING FADES IN)

I want to do myself some harm (x a few)

(GUITAR CUTS OUT)

I remember feeling pity
But I don't remember how
But is it really gonna help you?
So is it really gonna help you?

(OUTRO)
Is it really gonna help you?
(Better go and do yourself some harm)
(x a few)