The Desire Lyrics

Insidious Disease The Desire

Putrid stench reeks from the wound

A wound that wont ever heal

I slashed the sack off by the scrotum

I'm finally rid of the feel


Got sick to my stomach waiting

Fantasized for far too long

Took matters into my own hands

And resized the shape of my schlong


A burning desire

To remove my next limb

How come my desire

Is different from yours?


Never intimidated by the flash of the blade

It has become my life as I know it

I enhance my stimulation further

Cutting things off and then throw it


Slowly I get reborn

Through self rape

Fixated by reshape


Once I am done

What will be left of me?

Once I am gone

What is there to see?