Object of Pain

When did you realize the wounds on your hands
Were from another victim of your sadism?
I'm tired of feeling numb
Your slave of lust, cold and inhuman
An object of pain

I want to feel it on the inside
I want to feel it on the outside
I want to feel it on the inside
I want to feel it on the outside

Under the pale Moon
The scent in the air is intoxicating
Filled with despair
I accept this death
Misery's last breath
On this burning pyre, a sacrifice of desire

When did you realize the wounds on your hands
Were from another victim of your sadism?

I want to feel it on the inside
I want to feel it on the outside
I want to feel it on the inside
I want to feel it on the outside
I want to feel it on the inside
I want to feel it on the outside
I want to feel it on the inside
I want to feel it on the outside

Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I want to feel it on the inside
I want to feel it on the outside