I love the sharp feeling of pain
It turns me on
I enjoy watching my flesh fry
It gets me aroused
I can’t stand seeing their smiling faces
They’re so happy and they know that I’ll never be
Yet they love to rub it in
I’m a masochist
And happiness gets me pissed
I’m a masochist
My skull is crushed by my very own fist
…and I love it!
People always tell me, “Nothing in excess”.
So when you’re feeling 100% happy, lower it down to 50% by punching yourself directly in the face.
If you hit me, baby, I’ll get medieval on your ass
It’s myself that I love to selfishly harass!
Don’t lay a finger on me
And let me hurt myself freely!
I don’t have a problem—I’m creating art
You see those cheap drills I picked up from Wal-Mart?
They will not be used for carpentry
They’ll be painfully used towards me…and only me!
I don’t want to kill anyone
I don’t want to kill myself
I just want to feel the pain
Because the pain brings me pleasure!
Hands covered in demon blood
Out of breath—but I have a photograph that won’t ruin the mood
You’ve mocked me long enough!
The black shadow of Death reaches out towards you
Inescapable—there’s nothing you can do
If you decide to run you’ll hit the cement fast
I don’t care where you go—I’m still coming for your ass
And I’m not alone—you see, I brought a friend
Here to give you a lesson of the end
My hands thrusts it
My mind wants it
My flesh feels the blood (splatter)
Your murderer is not solitary
In fact, I’m quite the contrary
Because the butcher knife gets the assist
“Ya gotta take some to make some!”