Interpret:

Clawfinger

Album:

Hate Yourself With Style

I'm good for nothing
I'm a fucking bad excuse
The truth is that 
I just can't be of any use
So show me where the noose is 
And watch me when I die
I've made so many knots 
That I don't know how to untie
I've tried every angle
Tried to handle my emotions
I'm strangeling myself up 
To the point of self implosion
I'm drowning in an ocean 
Full of thought so self abusive
It's a downward spiral
It's the hate that hate produces


I make myself, so sick of myself x3 
I hate myself


I'm stuck in a corner 
This is my own private casket
Four walls around me 
I feel like a sitting target
I can't find the exit 
Without asking for directions
But I can't find it in me
To ask you any questions
I don't like suggestions 
And I hate to take advice
Cos' that's a sign of weakness
I can't make that sacrifice
The vice is that I'm selfish 
But I still need recognition
I fear and loathe myself 
When I'm forced into submission


I make myself, so sick of myself x3 
I hate myself


All the hate I hide in me 
Is constantly misguiding me
And all my mixed emotions 
Slowly building up inside of me
It's like an evil guide in me 
Is breaking down the pride in me
I don't know what's right 
From wrong my feelings are dividing me


All the hate I hide in me
Is building up inside of me
And breaking down the pride in me
It's like something has died in me