| Song | Phantom Limb Masturbation |
| Artist | The Black Dahlia Murder |
| Album | Everblack |
| It started as a child | |
| when I first sought to flirt with fate | |
| I’d lay next to the tracks with arms outstretched across the rails | |
| daydreaming fantasizing of sparks and screeching brakes | |
| the plumes of bright red gushing iridescent in the sun | |
| adopt a life of struggle | |
| one down three more to go | |
| desire: amputation | |
| leave me writhing in the limbless throes | |
| it is deficiency I crave | |
| I want so to be helpless | |
| to inferiority a slave | |
| a clump of breathing flesh | |
| free from extremity | |
| now replete with nothing left | |
| disassemble me | |
| limb from limb oh what a treat | |
| no more feeling incomplete nor encumbered by this lie | |
| my prayer is for calamity | |
| merciful blades to sever me | |
| crippling | |
| detruncating | |
| immobile by design | |
| majestic ancient titan | |
| swims proudly in its tank | |
| I wish to slake its hunger | |
| flailing my legs as bait | |
| “I finally feel complete. I am now whole.” | |
| superfluous gesture | |
| an unnecessary art | |
| sacrificial offering | |
| unto the gilded saw | |
| rid me of my shame | |
| of what I’ve overachieved | |
| my envy is the handicapped | |
| lord I beg of you I plead | |
| I plead | |
| wheelchairs prosthetics crutches | |
| all stimulus to me | |
| my love beyond mere fetish | |
| call it disabling | |
| I’d waltz upon a landmine | |
| feed digits to machines | |
| phantom limb masturbation | |
| the only way | |
| dissemble me | |
| limb from limb oh what a treat | |
| no more feeling incomplete nor encumbered by this lie | |
| my prayer is for calamity | |
| merciful blades to sever me | |
| crippling | |
| detruncating | |
| immobile by design | |
| disassemble me | |
| piece by piece a loving feat | |
| body image incomplete corrected by a knife | |
| my hope is for catastrophe | |
| a gangrenous limbdectomy | |
| dismantling | |
| dismembering | |
| cut down to perfect size |
| It started as a child | |
| when I first sought to flirt with fate | |
| I' d lay next to the tracks with arms outstretched across the rails | |
| daydreaming fantasizing of sparks and screeching brakes | |
| the plumes of bright red gushing iridescent in the sun | |
| adopt a life of struggle | |
| one down three more to go | |
| desire: amputation | |
| leave me writhing in the limbless throes | |
| it is deficiency I crave | |
| I want so to be helpless | |
| to inferiority a slave | |
| a clump of breathing flesh | |
| free from extremity | |
| now replete with nothing left | |
| disassemble me | |
| limb from limb oh what a treat | |
| no more feeling incomplete nor encumbered by this lie | |
| my prayer is for calamity | |
| merciful blades to sever me | |
| crippling | |
| detruncating | |
| immobile by design | |
| majestic ancient titan | |
| swims proudly in its tank | |
| I wish to slake its hunger | |
| flailing my legs as bait | |
| " I finally feel complete. I am now whole." | |
| superfluous gesture | |
| an unnecessary art | |
| sacrificial offering | |
| unto the gilded saw | |
| rid me of my shame | |
| of what I' ve overachieved | |
| my envy is the handicapped | |
| lord I beg of you I plead | |
| I plead | |
| wheelchairs prosthetics crutches | |
| all stimulus to me | |
| my love beyond mere fetish | |
| call it disabling | |
| I' d waltz upon a landmine | |
| feed digits to machines | |
| phantom limb masturbation | |
| the only way | |
| dissemble me | |
| limb from limb oh what a treat | |
| no more feeling incomplete nor encumbered by this lie | |
| my prayer is for calamity | |
| merciful blades to sever me | |
| crippling | |
| detruncating | |
| immobile by design | |
| disassemble me | |
| piece by piece a loving feat | |
| body image incomplete corrected by a knife | |
| my hope is for catastrophe | |
| a gangrenous limbdectomy | |
| dismantling | |
| dismembering | |
| cut down to perfect size |