On Self Suffering şarkı sözleri

The abundance of joy, in one's own suffering, it's nauseating, me! The joy of making oneself suffer, the folly of a fool, resides in self-mutilation! [Chorus] Desensualize! Decarnalize! Contrite! Penitent! Vivisect conscience, sacrifice intellect! Vivisect conscience, sacrifice intellect! You won't get any pity from me, your senseless self sacrifice, it's nauseating me! [Repeat Chorus]