With Dead Hands Rising - A Ghost For The Brokenhearted lyrics

Time and time again I've tried to erase my own self loathing. Less a mouth to speak a word of honesty. Making me nauseous. I have given you all I have to offer. So please let me die inside this place I call my so-called catastrophe. I cannot control the ghosts that destroy your every memory. No matter how beautiful it may seem. From the inside out I can see my own self-reflecting tragedy. Time and time again I've tried to dissect my own self loathing. Becoming more malicious with each pa**ing hour. Will it ever rest and stop damage to vital organs?. I watch it eat through entrails like a ghost through walls. I cannot control these ghosts that destroy your every memory. No matter how cruel or beautiful it may be. From the inside I can see my own self-reflecting tragedy. With no hope to call my own.