Obscure Pleasures - The Provocateur | Текст песни

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Tie me to the bed, burn and break my skin,
Jet black hair and smokes, stale cologne of gin,
Grab me by the throat, then abduct and drive,
Make me feel tonight's my last night alive."

I control the show, tell me what you need
Blood lust in her eyes, drunk on fantasy,
I'll preserve your pain in Formaldehyde
With this fatal bite, my last kiss goodbye.

Sometimes I can't control the strange
And I just need to feel the rush
Of pain in every single way
All by my sweet abdcutors touch
My heart now beats erratic, Carpe diem
I breathe a warm sigh of relief for you.

Can't take her to the hospital,
For blood loss inside her head,
This lady doth protest, On show she feels so dead,
But with one violent touch,
Alluring hands like knives
Found that sweet spot in both her inner thighs.

I'm at your service, if pain if what you seek,
I'm at your service, cut the frailty from the weak.

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