Biting keeps your words at bay
Tending to the sores that stay
Happiness is just a gash away
When i open a familiar scar
Pain goes shooting like a [bad word] hasn't failed to follow so far...

And you might say it's self-indulgent
You might say its [bad word] But, you see, it's more productive
Than if i were to be healthy

& pens and penknives take the blame
Crane my neck & scratch my name
But the ugly marks
Are worth the momentary gain...
When i jab a sharpened object in
Choirs of angels seem to sing
Hymns of hate in memorandum

And you might say it's self-indulgent
And you might say it's [bad word] But, you see, it's more productive
Than if i were to be happy

And sappy songs about  and cheating
Bland accounts of two lovers meeting
Make me want to give mankind a beating

And you might say it's [bad word] But, you see, i'd kick the bucket
Sixty times before i'd kick the habit 

And as the skin rips off i cherish the revolting thought
That even if i quit
There's not a chance in [bad word] i'd stop
And anyone can see the signs
Mittens in the summertime
Thank you for your pity, you are too kind

And you might say its self-inflicted 
But you see that's contradictive
Why on earth would anyone practice self [bad word] 

And pain opinions are [bad word] feeding
They dont know that their minds are teething
Makes me want to give mankind a beating

I'm tried bandages and sinking
I've tried gloves and even thinking
I've tried vaseline
I've tried everything
And no-one cares if your back is bleeding
They're concerned with their hair receding
Looking back it was all maltreating
Every thought that occurred misleading

Makes me want to give myself a beating....