Tastes Like Pain

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

And I'm to blame

And I'm to blame

And I'm to blame