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• Artiste: Locracy
• Titre: Paranoid Masochist
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I feel it rise, shivering Feelings so wrong, sickening A crazy swirl, I can’t bear Against my will, I’m going blank Pain is my lust, masochist Constant fear, paranoid Frequent arousal, inhumane My life turns into constant shame They call me mental patient Inmate is what I call myself A prison made of pills and needles Fear of an attack makes me freeze but When I think of pain my lust turns me into fire Enduring switch between fear and arousal is Melting my mind into a cadaver Freak is what society calls me but It’s my nature I can’t separate it from my mind A cruel way to manufacture a human being and To deny its feelings and needs But deep inside … I’m still crazy Suppressing meds … just changed my shell Nature is boiling … in my core It’s gonna explode … for its revenge Imprisoned needs … tend to enlarge Denied freedom … leads to rage I break the cage of Medication I use my rage to free my mind as I run free I realize my destiny I break up with society For my own insanity, my need for isolation Nature is coming for me Acceptance makes me free No fear and no restraints This is my only chance Pride - Gone nature kicked me out of My Life Now I’m lonely and Hor-ny Fear-full I’m afraid for My-self my needs will never be Ful-filled … A Spi — ral into insanity is My — life medication shall be the cure Now I turn into a Zom — bie no feelings and No joy I feel it rise, shivering Feelings so wrong, sickening A crazy swirl, I can’t bear Against my will, I’m going blank Fear of an attack makes me freeze but When I think of pain my lust turns me into fire Enduring switch between fear and arousal is Melting my mind into a useless cadaver Freak is what society calls me but It’s my nature; I can’t separate it from my mind A cruel way to manufacture a human being and To deny its feelings and needs Pride - Gone nature kicked me out of My Life Now I’m lonely and Hor-ny Fear-full I’m afraid for My-self my needs will never be Ful-filled … A Spi — ral into insanity is My — life medication shall be the cure Now I turn into a Zom — bie no feelings and no joy