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 screamÂ…

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