The Blade Lyrics - 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 [unverified] 

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