Testo di Pressure Pleasure

Pressure, Pleasure Inspired by the laws of gravity Crushing became an art Unrelenting Pressure builds up to my climax Crushing to get off Unsuspecting Lured into my lair festooned with chains Anaesthetized Nothing of your own free will remains My lair the last place that you'll see Cracked open in my smashing spree A wide array of hammers at my disposal They will aid me in the removal Pressure Pleasure My craving grows with every brutal homicide In my lair, still room for people I wish to collide With my hammer Pressure blows, Pleasure grows'