| I feel a manic obsession
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| Let me suffer and I’ll obey you
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| Sweet torment caresses my lust
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| I’m a servant to whatever hurts
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| Self-destruction, beloved enemy
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| Self-destruction, beyond remedy
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| Pain holds me down but my spirit awakes
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| Lament and gloom feed the demon within
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| The scars in my flesh
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| reflect the scars in my soul
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| Thanatomiania, a secret suicide
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| Self-destruction, beloved enemy
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| Self-destruction, beyond remedy
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| Self-destruction, master of disharmony
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| Self-destruction, mirrored through misanthropy
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| Misery is precious treasure
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| It makes my dead soul feel alive
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| Calamity is my only pleasure
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| In a world so cold nothing’s worth to strive
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| I feel severed from this life,
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| I feel severed from god’s creation
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| The moment of death will be my rescue
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| nothingness heals all wounds
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| Oblivion is my benediction
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| the loss of life my greatest gift
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| The blood that runs out of my veins
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| makes me calm
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| For the first time in my life
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| I feel satisfied
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| Eradicate my mortality
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| release me into eternity |