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Temporal Masochist
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Dark I am the engineer on the train of my destruction
Riding fast
Through the forest
Passing trees of opportunity
I am the succubus stroking my own evil seduction
Deep and hard
In the darkness
My shadow's the one that's fucking me
Because it feels so good
To hurt myself
It feels so good
TO pity myself
It feels so good
To burn myself
It feels so good
To fuck myself
I am the watcher but I can't find myself anywhere
Maybe I left
'Cause I'm not here
You'd think I'd leave me a letter
I am the sentinel that watches pleading children stare
Without a gesture
Or the pity
To make their painful lives better
I am the emperor ruling from my castle made of aire
But I still can't find me there
I just can't get myself to care
Because I'm already dead
Because it feels so good
To hurt myself
It feels so good
TO pity myself
It feels so good
To burn myself
It feels so good
To fuck myself
I am the heart that steals my intuition
Beating strongly
Ripping inside
Counting down to beautiful suicide
I am the fear that rules my disposition
Iron fist
Cold as ice
Yet always pleading for horrible unicide
Because it feels so good
To hurt myself
It feels so good
TO pity myself
It feels so good
To burn myself
It feels so good
To fuck myself
I am the storm that blows my ships to crash
I'll drown them all
In the abyss
Leviathan will stay well fed
I am the tempest that only stirs up in the past
Long forgotten
Chaotic blur
Uncertanty swirling in my head
I am the emperor ruling from my castle made of ash
I feel my spirit falling fast
Maybe I'll find myself at last
Or maybe I'm already dead
Because it feels so good
To hurt myself
It feels so good
TO pity myself
It feels so good
To burn myself
It feels so good
To fuck myself
It feels so good
To betray myself
It feels so good
To hate myself
It feels so good
To erase myself
It feels so good
To break myself
