I hate me, I´m loser I´m dummkopf, I´m stupid I hate you, I´m sorry I´m awful, I´m evil Forgive me, I should be
Castrated, mutilated And stripped down and burned at the stake
Compliments to the chef, it´s good as it gets But I´m afraid I´m afraid I just want this problem To go away
Sprinkle in a little self-hate Drop a pinch of bottled-up rage Mix it up and serve it on a plate It tastes like pain, it tastes like pain It tastes like pain, it tastes like pain, it tastes like pain