"I don't think that..."
"Any means necessary for survival"
"Stick 'em up mother$#&@er..."

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

"Stick 'em up mother$#&@er, 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