♪ Twisted little fantasies Cambling with tragedy And doom And doom Addicted to debauchery Staring at the ceiling In his room In his room Asphyxiation Masturbation Decay, predation, ruin And doom Forming on his memory He's ready for the burn To hit the sky The sky Used up for his energy He wakes up with a crystal In his eyes In his eyes Asphyxiation Masturbation Decay, predation, ruin Decay, predation, ruin Join the other fools Sticky little magazines He locks them up Closing to his mind In his mind Stuck inside a dirty dream The hand that beat you up Don't turn you blind Turn you blind Asphyxiation Masturbation Decay, predation, ruin Decay, predation, ruin Painting on your tomb Asphyxiation Masturbation Decay, predation, ruin Decay, predation, ruin Masturbating fools One spread, two bruised One spread, two bruised