Thoughts so shallow
This page ain't deep
Blood, ***, self torture
For your pleasure comes cheap

Hot, sick, twisted images
And I'm breathing hard
Almost over the edge
Can anyone tell how far

Lust is fleeting
But oh so sweet
And the ache deep within I can quiet with my evil sin

My thoughts wander to your flesh so sweet
And your sick, twisted words
Have my heart missing beats

This is my pleasure
This is my pain