The Blade - Front Line Assembly

«I don’t think that…»

«Any means necessary for survival»

«Stick 'em up motherfucker…»

«I don’t think that…»

«I don’t think that the real violence has even started yet»

«Bwahahahahah»

«Stick 'em up motherfucker, this is a hold-up»"

Deep inside the angle hurts

Rotation moves

The amber burns

Silently your hands are tied

Persuasion slowly slips inside

Stretching skin it has a burn

Sooner or later you will learn

Perversion

Inhibitions from within

The only thing we really want

Is sin / skin

Are you ready to believe

Are you ready to conceive

Are you ready to come

Are you ready to be one

Are you ready to come

Are you ready to be one

The leather cracks

You feel the heat

A hardening pulse

Is oh so sweet

The blindfold slips down

To your mouth

You taste the flesh

It makes no sound

The blade it skins

On your chest

Perverse illusion

Never rests

Within

«Any means necessary for survival»

Are you ready to believe

Are you ready to conceive

Are you ready to come

Are you ready to be one

This sado game

Is now for real

You suffocate

With fear of pain

The blood starts running

From your vein

The straps are tightened

For pleasured pain