Masochist Machine

Cross me, kill me, make it stop
Writhing at the thought of all the pretty people
On the comedown after hours
Shaking when she's come to take it
Pitiful left lying naked
Counting all the bodies she's been hiding in the basement

Come on, come onto me
Psychosomatic disease
It's always easy when you fake it, fake it
Cut up, calling to me
My masochist machine
It's always easy when you fake it, fake it

Go on and fake it, fake it

Shut me up and give me drugs
To keep me quiet
So she uses me to satisfy her sick and cruel desires

I have nowhere left to hide
A creature of the night
The virus spreads inside
Lies, the medicine prescribed
Your mouth is open wide
To stomach all my pride

Cross me, kill me now
Fuck me till my heart stops

Come on, come onto me
Psychosomatic disease
It's always easy when you fake it, fake it
Come on, come onto me
Psychosomatic disease
It's always easy when you fake it, fake it
Cut up, calling to me
My masochist machine
It's always easy when you fake it, fake it
Come on, come onto me (shaking when she's come to take it)
Psychosomatic disease
(Pitiful left lying naked)
It's always easy when you fake it, fake it
(Counting all the bodies she's been hiding in the)
Cut up, calling to me
My masochist machine
It's always easy when you fake it, fake it

Go on and fake it, fake it

Cross me, kill me now
Choke me till my body drops
No one's laughing now
Fuck me till my heart stops