Let me tell you a story
About someone who enjoyed torturing himself
Who cut himself up until he screamed like an animal
This beautiful story is about... me
I always have a problem with women,
Because I didn't really find sex nice
It wasn't until I started sticking myself with needles
Did I enjoy... fucking for the first time< br/>But I had to increase the dose of self-sacrifice
To notice an ounce of pleasure during sex
My body a patchwork of scars and wounds
Depending on the stuff, my skin tormented and bruised
Little by little the women ran away from me
They called me 'abnormal' and 'human filth'
But I can happily do without women
And finally do my slaughter in peace
I reached my level of sweet suffering,
When I began to cut off limbs
I chopped off the fingers of my right hand
Greeded them up greedily and pooped them out again
An orgasm was It was worth it to me
Sacrificing an eye as if it were intact
A bloody cave in my ancestor's return
My heart felt warm from all the... happiness
I'll break it Bones now one at a time in my body
I'm just doing it to pass the time
Just yesterday I masturbated
And amputated my foot in the process
This world is sick and so am I
Stick rusty nails into the open stomach
Call me anarchist, call me Antichrist
I'm a masochist from head to toe
Just watch how it twitches violently (for a while)< br/>For today death will finish my slaughter
No one will forget my last deed
I will eat myself bit by bit... eat myself

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