Self-Pity er gítardrifið tundurskeyti sem sækir innblástur í upphaf aldarinnar.
Skammdegið, hugsýkin og bölsýnin eru sprengd upp á yfirborðið með þessari tveggja og hálfs mínútna bombu, sem er í spilun á FM Trölla.
Þetta er önnur smáskífan af komandi breiðskífu Myrkva og Yngva Holm en þeir kumpánar hafa ýmsa fjöruna sopið í gegnum tíðina. Týndu árin og hljóðheimur uppvaxtaráranna, sitt hvorum megin við aldamótin, brutust út við gerð plötunnar.
Fyrir þá sem vilja kafa dýpra er textinn hér – á ensku:
Don’t take it the wrong way
You’re going the wrong way
Don’t take it the wrong way
When you’re not covered in symphathy
Down your spiral of stress
Into your pit of pain and distress
All I was trying to do was suggest
That you’d stop feeling so sorry for you
Me too, I tried, alright
We’re in this together baby
Another circle goes round
You take all your pills
But they don’t cover social skills
So the drugs don’t work
Yesterday was fine
But suddenly there’s nothing left
To pierce your self-pity
Don’t take it the wrong way
There’s nothing in your way
Don’t take it the wrong way
I’m not sure I should support
This behavior when you’re depressed
Putting our relationship to the test
All I am trying to get of my chest
Is that I don’t have clue what to do
You take all your pills
But they don’t cover social skills
So the drugs don’t work
Yesterday was fine
But suddenly there’s nothing left
To pierce your self-pity
Pierce your self-pity
Pierce your self-pity
