Letra de In Self Ruin

In the chasm of mental decay At the base of the magnet which heaves you below Is the allegory of day by day abasement To which one helplessly gives up themselves To a lure without a face Its repulsion is only felt amidst longevity Thence its scale of hideousness is eventually revealed On the day of realisation A hall of fame looks from every angle With portraits of utter self-contempt Every one of them placed equidistant Staring in geometric perfection to taunt and to goad Their so tantalising eyes are no more than marbles