Masochist Ball - Typhoon

You deserve to die

You deserve painful burning needles in your eyes

And every clever punishment in your cunning you devise

Hold back nothing

You deserve to die

The clock tower is ticking and you are running out of time

To atone for being born let alone your whole miserable life

You’d better hurry

Don’t be angry

Don’t raise your hand like Cain

You should be sorry for me baby

Everything that I have coming

It’s been with me all the time

At the masochist ball

The tribunal has spoken and it’s been found it’s all your fault

And like that severed the tension that could never be resolved

It’s a god-damned miracle

It’s beauty is terrible

I’ll skip the last meal

I can’t taste it anyway

You should feel sorry for me baby

Everything that I had coming

I’ve already fantasized

When I get too comfortable

I just start imagining a world where

Everybody wants me

Then I’m imagining a world where

Everybody hates me

And I just try to split the line

I know I said I would be Caesar

Or else I would be nothing

But I will settle for being right