Insane, sick and twisted
Beauty, a perverted opinion
No illness, not disabled, just normal
But ugly, only in my mind
In other people's eyes
My body is so nice
Slowly the blade cuts the flesh
Drives deep through the skin
My mind forces me to it
Self mutilation as a way
To become beautiful
Beauty in dismemberment
So I take the saw
To put off my left arm
It would be a nice sight
The perfect human body
Eye liquid covers my rotten face (2x)
But I want to get beautiful
Sick in mind, heath is ugliness
Body dismorphic disorder (4x)
Disablement as new beauty ideal (2x)
Insane butchery of limbs (4x)
There is so much to do
After each torture
I find new ways
For reaching my ideal