1. 120 Days
Unfathomable depths of fanaticism and depravity
Do our choosing without hesitation... Give yourself over to sin.
Your one chance for redemption shall come when the spark is ignited within.
Forced to sever the ties to this world which is bound by lies.
Your free from original sin, forced to find what was hidden within.
Breathe you in; lead you out.
Inflame your passions within our depravity, give yourself over to sin.
You won't emerge without transformation... Flesh our soul will win.
Forced to sever the ties to this world which is bound by lies.
You're free from original sin, forced to find what is hidden within.
I am in command
Forced to lay, locked away, made to serve... another 120 days.
This will even prevent masturbation
You rise in the presence of our libertinage, taste all the pleasures of sin.
Your one desire controlled by perversion, compelled by lust within.
Forced to sever the ties, to this world which is bound by lies.
You're free from original sin... Release what was hidden within.
Forced to lay, locked away, made to serve... Another 120 days.
I slide a glance in your direction
Just what you need and then you'll want to say
fill my hole with your affection
Conditioned to begin
10 more hours to save your flowers, or watch them wilt away
We'll hunt you, we want you
Where forever is one day
2. Reality Check
White! Then you look away.
You reach for assistance when you start to sway.
Knees feel weak, as your vision fades away.
When you're faced with death, that's when you start to pray.
Blind! Now you can see the myths you create about reality.
Darkness on the streets, you let the world deceive you.
In my company, reality will greet you.
Psyche... Check... Check
Cry to me, as your vision fades away.
Gonna rate your sickness by your will to stay.
Blind. Now you don't see. No why. No where. No way.
You're better off to pray.
Darkness on the streets, you let the world deceive you.
In my company, reality will greet you.
Psyche... Check... Check... Check
Someday, gonna have to say, someday gonna have a real dark day?
Someday, someday, gonna pay for play someday I'm gonna show a real quick
way... to see your life flash before your eyes.
White, then you look away.
I sense your resistance as you start to sway.
Knees feel weak, as your vision fades away.
Cause now you're faced with death and there's no use to pray.
Blind... Now you don't see.
I know why, know where; no way, better fuckin' pray.
Darkness on the streets, you don't let your world deceive you.
In my company, reality will greet you.
Darkness on the streets, don't let the world deceive you.
In my company, reality will greet you.
Darkness on the streets, you let the world deceive you.
In my company, reality will greet you.
Psyche... Check... Check... Check
3. Velvet Dreams
Writhe among the flesh.
{We} stroke your fearful eyes.
Penetrations will collide, as I crawl inside.
As your eyes begin to slip, you come alive in my caress.
As our greedy fingers dig deep on the edge of a dreamless sleep.
Live steel drives deep.
Senses surging in you when you sleep.
Come to me... Taste the need.
Painfully urging me to watch you bleed.
I put the needle in you... I want you on your back.
Velvet dreams... A quick solution to set you free.
As your sex begins to drip, the scent reminds you of my grip.
Your ruptured senses will divide as I slip inside.
I put the needle in you... I like you on your back.
Velvet dreams... A quick solution to set you free.
Watch you quiver... Watch you shake.
Writhe... As I crawl inside.
When you're here all alone...
When you're dreaming... Watch you scream...
Deeper... Drive it deeper... Drive it deep inside of me.
Pain in places you never knew, as my world slips into you.
Take... Taste...
I put the needle in you... I want you on your back.
Velvet dreams... Dig your fingers in me, I like you on your back.
Watch you quiver... Watch you shake.
Watch you bend the rules we make.
Inside (sic)
As I crawl inside.
When you're here all alone.
When you're in line.
4. House Of Shame
House of Shame.
Welcome to the House of Shame.
Blood's burning to play my game now.
Racks are roasting. Bitches are boasting.
With your blood they are toasting.
Humiliation is your dream.
We'll make you laugh then scream.
Your body's itchin' for a switchin'...
In my torture kitchen!
Pain - You can't take it another day.
But you ain't leaving you're here to stay.
A precious moment without the pain,
breeds only longing in your brain.
You will... I need... It's your fucking time to bleed.
You will obey everything I say.
You will remain while I'm dishing out your pain.
Your will is to blame in the House of Shame.
Pain... In a world with no autonomy.
Branded slave, racked and hanging, only function is pissing and hanging.
Forced entry breeds with a heart full of self confidence.
But who's to blame for your desire;
problem parents or porno flicks?
You will... I need... It's your fucking time to bleed.
You will obey everything I say.
You will remain while I'm dishing out your pain.
Your will is to blame in the House of Shame.
Pain - You can't take it another day.
But you ain't leaving, you're here to stay.
For a precious moment without the pain,
breeds only longing in your brain.
In the House of Shame.
In the house of...
You will... I need... It's your fucking time to bleed.
You will obey everything I say.
You will remain while I'm dishing out your pain.
Your will is to blame in the House of Shame.
Pain - You can't take it another day.
But you ain't leaving, you're here to stay.
For a precious moment without the pain,
breeds only longing in your brain.
In the House of Shame.
In the house of...
Come on back to the House of Shame.
Your blood's burning to play our game now.
Racks are roasting, bitches are boasting.
With your blood they're toasting.
Humiliation is your dream.
We'll make you laugh then scream.
Your body's itchin' for a switchin'...
in my torture kitchen!
5. Pleasure In Restraint
Ad mala patrata haec sunt theatra parata.
Trick mortis, trick mortis, sick mortis
Ask me; you question me.
Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?
no pain, no pleasure
Restraint, restraint
Ad mala patrata... In my slick black world.
Trick... Mortis... Sick... Mortis... In my slick black world.
Where senses crave to enslave... In my slick black world.
Deprive all senses; control all defenses.
Where sighs breed like flies.
Do you know, it's where perversion hides.
Bet you've never seen me ache as the panic melts away.
Bet you'll never waste... Could you take another taste of me?
To accompany every penetration with a death rattle.
Feel it prick... Pleasure in restraint.
Feel it stick.
It is divine in restraint.
Ask me; you question me.
Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?
Where sighs breed like flies.
It's where perversion hides... In my slick black world.
Deprive all senses; control desire.
Bet you'd never see me... Wake in a most unnerving way.
Bet you'd never ache... Could you take another taste of me?
It is divine.
Control... Decide
Feel it prick...
Pleasure in restraint mortifing the flesh
Feel it stick
Ask me; question me.
Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?
Pleasure in restraint
Such a sinful seed in my slick black world.
Is it such a dreadful deed in my slick black world.
Where treasured sighs breed like flies... In my slick black world.
Such a sinful seed... Says you're cumming in my slick black world.