| It started as a child
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| When I first sought to flirt with fate
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| I’d lay next to the tracks with arms outstretched across the rails
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| Daydreaming, fantasizing of sparks and screeching brakes
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| The plumes of bright red, gushing, iridescent in the sun
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| Adopt a life of struggle
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| One down, three more to go
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| Desire: amputation
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| Leave me writhing in the limbless throes
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| It is deficiency I crave
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| I want so to be helpless, to inferiority a slave
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| A clump of breathing flesh
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| Free from extremity
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| Now replete with nothing left
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| Disassemble me, limb from limb
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| Oh, what a treat!
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| No more feeling incomplete nor encumbered by this lie
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| My prayer is for calamity
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| Merciful blades to sever me
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| Crippling, detruncating
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| Immobile by design
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| Majestic, ancient titan swims proudly in its tank
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| I wish to slake its hunger, flailing my legs as bait
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| «I finally feel complete! |
| I am now whole!»
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| Superfluous gesture, an unnecessary art
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| Sacrificial offering unto the gilded saw
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| Rid me of my shame— of what I’ve overachieved
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| My envy is the handicapped
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| Lord, I beg of you, I plead… I plead!
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| Wheelchairs, prosthetics, crutches—
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| All stimulus to me
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| My love, beyond mere fetish
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| Call it disabling
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| I’d waltz upon a landmine
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| Feed digits to machines
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| Phantom limb masturbation—
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| The only way!
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| Disassemble me, limb from limb
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| Oh, what a treat!
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| No more feeling incomplete nor encumbered by this lie
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| My prayer is for calamity
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| Merciful blades to sever me
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| Crippling, detruncating
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| Immobile by design
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| Disassemble me, piece by piece—
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| A loving feat
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| Body image, incomplete—
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| Corrected by a knife
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| My hope is for catastrophe
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| A gangrenous limbdectomy
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| Dismantling, dismembering
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| Cut down to perfect size |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Phantom Limb Masturbation , by - The Black Dahlia Murder. Song from the album Everblack, in the genre