Hunter-Esque Thompson Lyrics

Ahem

Your concept of self is your own personal slice of hell

Viscious words like "I" and "My" are merely cries for help

No one asked for this, a fact your ego must eclipse

Viscious minds like yours are fine, but will surely not be missed

(Bye)

Constant contemplation of the self is venomous

And promotes ego-centric behaviours that then persist

And much like a muscle that grows with each and every lift

Exercise is paramount to stimulating it

Spend too much time in the mirror and you might fall into it

You don't have to be a god to be a narcisus

Forget the self for a second, leave your ego behind

Dare to think about "They" and "Them" and forget "I" and "My"

KILL THE SELF

KILL THE SELF

KILL THE SELF

KILL THE SELF

Your concept of self is your own personal slice of hell

And it's still narcisism even if you hate yourself

Why don't you leave your head for once?

It'd probably do you good

Think about literally anything else

That's if you even could

'Cause if you don't you might not like who you become

Stand for something

Or stand for none

Kill the self

For the selfs sake

Think about what you can give and not what you can take

Measure a person

Not by what they've done

But what they have forgone to be what they've become

Measure a person

Not by what they've done

But what they have forgone to be what they've become

Measure a person

Not by what they've done

But what they have forgone to be what they've become

Measure a person

Not by what they've done

But what they have forgone to be what they've become

FUCK

KILL THE SELF

KILL THE SELF

KILL THE SELF

KILL THE SELF