Even in the beginning there are whispers of demise
And in every decision there are seeds of compromise
If you have understanding you will realise
There are other sides

In the lull before the storm
What does it take to keep me warm?
Why do I hate myself?

If the words are whispered you will hear the sighs
If the meaning’s twisted no-one is surprised
If you have understanding you will realise
There are other sides

I’m calling out to you through barbed wire fences
Take me down to self-loathing town
Why do I hate myself?