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