"I don't think that..."

"Any means necessary for survival"

"Stick 'em up motherfucker..."

"I don't think that..."

"I don't think that the real violence has even started yet"

"Bwahahahahah"

"Stick 'em up motherfucker, this is a hold-up""



Deep inside the angle hurts

Rotation moves

The amber burns



Silently your hands are tied

Persuasion slowly slips inside

Stretching skin it has a burn

Sooner or later you will learn

Perversion



Inhibitions from within

The only thing we really want

Is sin / skin



Are you ready to believe

Are you ready to conceive



Are you ready to come

Are you ready to be one

Are you ready to come

Are you ready to be one



The leather cracks

You feel the heat

A hardening pulse

Is oh so sweet



The blindfold slips down

To your mouth

You taste the flesh

It makes no sound



The blade it skins

On your chest

Perverse illusion

Never rests

Within



"Any means necessary for survival"



Are you ready to believe

Are you ready to conceive

Are you ready to come

Are you ready to be one



This sado game

Is now for real

You suffocate

With fear of pain



The blood starts running

From your vein

The straps are tightened

For pleasured pain