I'm lost inside my own mind, prisoner of my own dark thoughts.
When I close my eyes, all I see is the darkness that consume and binds me like a harness.
Chains around my wrists, pulled above my head. Around my neck, another cold metal that keeps me bound.
However, the weight on my shoulders is what keeps me dead. Can't turn around.
The room is dark, cold and it rains with the tears of my regret.
All those things I've done wrong, all the memories I'll never forget.
The pain I felt back then I can still feel now, only like a whip against my bare back.
Blood drips from the wounds, yet I still won't bow. It's too late to take everything back.
The sharp pains that cut my skin, the burn of the pain.
The light of my hope grows dim, and darkness continues to reign.
And yet, this cold sensation; it send shivers down my spine.
Goosebumps on my flesh, my hairs on end.
A feeling that everything's going to be fine, yet I wouldn't mind....if likewise.
Hot air leaves my lips, a sou d of pleasure as well.
This erotic pain, my heart swells.
Why don't I feel sad? This erotic spell.
But this painful tune, I hum it.
C'mon. Keep it coming.
