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 till 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 Come on, come onto me (shaking when she's come to take it) Psychosomatic disease (Pitiful left lying naked) It's always easy when you fake it, fake it (Counting all the bodies she's been hiding in the) 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 Cross me, kill me now Choke me till my body drops No one's laughing now Fuck me till my heart stops