Distorted Fanatic - Nasty Savage

The image has lack of proportion

Changed from the true

Seemingly frozen

Deep inner well of inspiration

Illusions of love

Can’t you feel affection

You’re breathing faster

You lose your temper

It’s a master stroke seduction

Seduce and destroy

As it burns your mind

The burden of indecision

Like the chains of winter

It eats your strength

Foaming out your own shame

Now you know life’s no game

But will you ever be the same

The mood has now changed

With greater the power

It cramps and twists

Oh how you need the pain

Principle of destruction

Kinked up with disquise

Tendency forces

Hysteria

Exposed in this

Tourist trap

To think you believed you knew it all

It was artful keeping you anxious

Ritual of submission

Suffering pain and degradation

With every breath that is drawn

Her gracious blessing

Was erotic cruelty

A perpetual blessful Hell

The altar of subjection

Stimulate and amuse

Insanity when a person enjoys

Hurting someone else

But it’s really hurting himself

You’re a distorted fanatic

You love to hurt yourself