The Days You Hate Yourself Propagandhi

Relive the words you heard spilling from your mouth
Taste that sickness once again, pretense peels away
Exposed in anger, in tragedy, amidst our failure

All the things that you do, everything that you say
All the paths that you choose

There are things that just can't be reversed
Time can be your savior or your curse
Whispered under your breath, screamed out in rage
Temporary lapse or terminal state?
Exposed in anger, in tragedy, amidst our failure

All the things that you give, everything that you take
And the means that you use

Do you feel power when others fall?
Do you feel compulsed to cringe with disgust?
The days that you hate yourself
Are they days you seek a victim for your spite?
Do you find yourself in need
Of someone to crush beneath your feet?

Cursing like cowards, bearing your teeth
Ready to strike when things go wrong