Anymore Time Between by Bob MouldEspecially the bit that goes:
Sick of yourself, sick of yourself
Sick of being someone else
I'm sick of myself, sick of
Everything I am, any
Time between, you and, everything
Time between, you and, this
Look at me, look at me
I'm as useless as can be
No time anymore, not tired anymore
Tired of what you see in me
Really nailed my feelings of misery and self-loathing when my disconnection and depression was so (almost literally) visceral I would fantasise about tearing open my stomach and chest cavity and let everything inside fall to the floor in front of me. Yay!
Revolver by Mission of BurmaFor me, the chorus could be pure suicidal or homicidal ideation depending on how fucked off I was with the world (and why I still won't have a gun in the house … just in case).
I'm far, far happier now, btw - these songs now just make me sad about how miserable I was when I relied on them to make some kind of grim sense to me in my darkest moments.
And they are still great songs, just - y'know - small doses …