The Blade

"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