Fodder For The Whipcord 歌词

Fodder For The Whipcord 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