Taste of Myself

I'm locked inside of the walls of my psychosis

Slave to an insatiable appetite

To satisfy my obsession

The emptiness I feel inside

I can feel it in my gut, in my head

Causing me all this suffering

I cannot handle this - lust

How this itching thirst

Is such a manic curse?

The passing minutes

One after another

Hours on hours and my hunger grows more

Morbid

I hold this blade in my hand

Removing portions of my flesh

Quenching my deranged thirst

All my most hidden fears I let go

Painfully pleasant

So deeply gratifying

The taste of my flesh

I'm motionless

I'm motionless

I'm crying

I feel the knife

It's running deep down inside

This feels so sick

A Devil's trick

Can't satisfy the need for a taste of myself

Deluded, so to be able to visualise

That faded, distant hope

I've dug my grave every fucking day

I'm so pathetic, (I'm so pathetic)

Passing minutes

One after another

Hours on hours and my hunger grows more and more

Gruesome

I hold this blade in my hand

Removing portions of my flesh

Quenching my deranged thirst

All my most hidden fears I let go

Painfully pleasant

So deeply gratifying

The taste of my flesh

I'm motionless

I'm motionless

I'm crying

I feel the knife

It's running deep down inside

This blood's so thick

A Devil's trick

Can't satisfy the need for a taste of myself

And yet another fall into oblivion of my self-destruction

All that I've left behind

Another piece of me

Slowly devouring all the fragments of my useless flesh

Blood runs out of my veins

All turns red

Fuck it

Make it like I'll never get out

The last you'll see of me

A retching taste of evil

That sick obsessive need

This is my slaughterhouse