Surely

There's something left,

Some remnant of pain

Some pure convulsion

Of lust?

Hateful

But you don't know why

Is it to do with the anger

That you bury inside?

There's a look on your face

There's a look in your eye

Care to take me out

Care to take this outside?

Misanthropy

Is something in which you excel

So let's have a little talk about people

Let's have a little talk about hell

The light goes out

In some unknown room

And some parched lips cry

And we are back to the start.