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The cord is dipped in glue

The cord is dipped in glass

Hurled at your back

Whipped hard and fast

It could’ve been nails

I should’ve added salt

I’ll wrap it around your neck

And bring your breathing to a halt

The glass digs in deep

You ask for it tighter

The shards push ever deeper

And gently tease the jugular

You scream…

Torture me – You craving fuck

Torture me – I won’t tell

Torture me – Cut me up

Torture me – Give me Hell

I am the violator adorned in chains

Deep in the bowels of my cobwebbed lair

Hooks thru your limbs like cenobite flesh

Keeping you suspended in sheer despair

In this house of shattered dreams

And tight-fitted vinyl masks

The sounds of raw black metal bondage

Echo the want of sadistic tasks

Torture me – You craving fuck

Torture me – I won’t tell

Torture me – Cut me up

Torture me – Give me Hell