Letras
Cross me, kill me, make it stop, writhing at the thought of all
The pretty people on the comedown after hours
Shaking when she's come to take it, pitiful, left lying naked
Counting all the bodies she's been hiding in the basement
Come on, come onto me, psychosomatic disease
It's always easy when you fake it, fake it
Cut up, calling to me, my masochist machine
It's always easy when you fake it, fake it
Go on and fake it, fake it
Shut me up and give me drugs to keep me quiet
So she uses me to satisfy her sick and cruel desires
I have nowhere left to hide, a creature of the night
The virus spreads (inside)
Lies, the medicine prescribed, your mouth is open wide
To stomach all (my pride)
Cross me, kill me now
Fuck me 'til my heart stops
Come on, come onto me, psychosomatic disease
It's always easy when you fake it, fake it
Come on, come onto me, psychosomatic disease
It's always easy when you fake it, fake it
Cut up, calling to me, my masochist machine
It's always easy when you fake it, fake it
Shaking when she's come to take it (come on, come onto me, psychosomatic disease)
Pitiful, left lying naked (it's always easy when you fake it, fake it)
Counting all the bodies she's been (cut up, calling to me, my masochist machine)
Hiding in the- (it's always easy when you fake it, fake it)
Go on and fake it, fake it
Cross me, kill me now
Choke me 'til my body drops
No one's laughing now
Fuck me 'til my heart stops