I know I prefer to hurt 

it seems to comfort me and burn 

I never asked for it - question. 

I never wanted it to end 



I know that I die gracefully in vain 

I know inside deteriorates in pain 



you're such a part of me 

I can't believe it's real 



I crawl in my black box to hide 

I welcome misery with pride 

takes turns in whipping me I bleed 

enjoy the fantasy and greed 



Oh my Goth! 

Subject me to your world 

Oh My Goth! 

Take pleasure in my hurt