Pain Of Pleasure / Virtues Of Vice



Your sweet soul comforts me

Your eyes show the desires of a whore

To touch your flesh on my skin

To feel the heat that you bring



You'll serve my purpose tonight

Your sweet lips will scream out through your tears

Accept my pain on to you

Your sweat beads through your pure vanity



Feel me - on shivering skin

Feel me - on the lust of their flesh

Feel me - on their broken eyes

Feel me - the pain of pleasure



Come now to partake

On broken souls and flesh that bleeds of chastain

This misfortune that breeds

The lack of lustre, the lack of vice to concede



Feel me - on shivering skin

Feel me - on the lust of their flesh

Feel me - on their broken eyes

Feel me - the pain of pleasure



Spine arching, she is screaming in lust

Hair pulled back, eyes filled with lust

Of a dominant, persuasive high

Feel desire piercing deep inside



Overwhelmed by quivering vigor

She reaches out to grab a hold of what's in her

Love, lust, desire, all that she needs

Strong fisted soul, she drops as she screams



Feel me - on shivering skin

Feel me - on the lust of their flesh

Feel me - on their broken eyes

Feel me - the pain of pleasure



VIRTUES OF VICE



Righteous impurity, the unwicked slip

Immoral wrong doing takes its grip on you

It's bitter sweet, sour, pungent taste

It leaves its smile on your wicked face.



Bleed for me

Bleed for me

Bleed for me

Virtues of vice



You need it, you feed it,

All of your soul,

Your yearning, your passion fed,

As it takes control

It's ripping and clawing tears you apart

Virtues of vice breeds in all of our hearts.



Bleed for me

Bleed for me

Bleed for me

Virtues of vice