The Blade

I don't-I don't-I don't-

I don't think that the-

I don't-I don't-I don't-

I don't think that the-

I don't-I don't-I don't- (Stick 'em up motherfucker)

I don't think that the- (Any means necessary for survival)

I don't-I don't-I don't- (Stick 'em up motherfucker)

I don't think that the-

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

Hahahahaha

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

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

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 from 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 veins

The straps are tightened for pleasured pain