Taste of Myself Lyrics – Bleed Someone Dry

I’m locked inside of the walls of my psychosis
Slave to an insatiable appetite
To satisfy my obsession
The emptiness I feel inside
I can feel it in my gut, in my head
Causing me all this suffering
I cannot handle this – lust.

How this itching thirst
Is such a manic curse?

The passing minutes
One after another
Hours on hours and my hunger grows more
Morbid
I hold this blade in my hand
Removing portions of my flesh.

Quenching my deranged thirst
All my most hidden fears I let go
Painfully pleasant
So deeply gratifying
The taste of my flesh.

I’m motionless
I’m motionless
I’m crying
I feel the knife
It’s running deep down inside.

This feels so sick
A Devil’s trick
Can’t satisfy the need for a taste of myself.

Deluded, so to be able to visualise
That faded, distant hope
I’ve dug my grave every f****** day
I’m so pathetic, (I’m so pathetic).
Passing minutes
One after another
Hours on hours and my hunger grows more and mor
ruesome
I hold this blade in my hand
Removing portions of my flesh.

Quenching my deranged thirst
All my most hidden fears I let go
Painfully pleasant
So deeply gratifying
The taste of my flesh.

I’m motionless
I’m motionless
I’m crying
I feel the knife
It’s running deep down inside.

This blood’s so thick
A Devil’s trick
Can’t satisfy the need for a taste of myself.

And yet another fall into oblivion of my self-destruction
All that I’ve left behind
Another piece of me
Slowly devouring all the fragments of my useless flesh.

Blood runs out of my veins
All turns red
F*** it!
Make it like I’ll never get out.

The last you’ll see of me
A retching taste of evil
That sick obsessive need
This is my slaughterhouse

The paragraph describes a profound struggle with mental illness, specifically psychosis, where the individual feels trapped within the confines of their own mind. They are driven by an overwhelming compulsion or obsession, which they describe as an insatiable appetite, to fulfill desires that only bring them temporary satisfaction. The emptiness they experience is not just emotional but physical, manifesting as a deep sensation in their gut and head, causing immense suffering. Despite recognizing the destructive nature of their urges, they feel powerless to resist them, likening it to an intense lust that consumes them.

The individual reflects on the relentless nature of their cravings, describing them as a “manic curse” that intensifies with each passing moment. As time ticks by, their hunger only grows stronger, leading them to engage in self-destructive behaviors symbolized by holding a blade and inflicting wounds upon themselves. Paradoxically, these actions provide a twisted form of relief, temporarily alleviating their inner torment and offering a perverse sense of gratification.

Despite moments of clarity and despair, where they recognize the futility and depravity of their actions, the individual finds themselves unable to break free from the cycle of self-harm and self-indulgence. They lament their own weakness and the depths to which they have sunk, acknowledging their descent into a state of delusion and hopelessness.

The final lines depict a descent into oblivion, where the individual surrenders completely to their destructive impulses, consuming themselves until nothing remains but a metaphorical “slaughterhouse” of their own making. This graphic imagery serves as a visceral portrayal of the individual’s inner turmoil and the profound impact of mental illness on their sense of self and reality.