Hate and pain sell every day
So hip and in you’ll beg to pay
Suicide, cuts and burns,
Lonely hearts making deeper wounds
Savage bastards who think they rule
Twisted logic drips and pools.
Teaching us to blame and kill
Another group who fit the bill
And if that offer gets passed by
Then hurt yourself, cut and cry
Bleed the pain from in your soul
Hide down deeper in your hole.

But why not give peace a chance
And love and song, a merry dance?
Why not stroke where once you cut
A pleasure feast will cure your rut
I’m not trying to dismiss your pain
I know that life can be a strain
But here’s the thing that I have learned
Pain and hurt need not be earned
They’ll come around any way
Some go quick while others stay
So write and paint and touch to heal
Hedonism has a better feel.