Torture Feeder Nymph of darkened dreams So absurd it seems That I should wake from nightly rapes Upon my soul with throttled screams Vehement anxieties The forest for the trees I despise with open eyes All of the demon I'm able to see Deep in mental caves Courageous thoughts enslaved Inner man becomes a whelp Suckling on the breast of hate A kiss that leaves a scar With words that break ones heart I die inside when I look in her eyes From another world set far apart Naught is left save one for the grave Dire memories come flooding like disease Blooming rage like leaves Torture Feeder Masked in leathered black Bound to a steel rack Lashing hard with whips and shards Of glass like scarabs on my back To dance with haunts of pain To be wrapped in chains An icy love that draws warm blood From tender cuts made with disdain To be true to a valour so black I feel frigid chains being draped across my back The pain is soon a fact Torture Feeder Hushed unto silence Angels weep For a hundred lashes Upon my shattered dreams Beaten thru the night Pain becomes delight The planets all align As I prepare for last rites Naught is left save one for the grave Dire memories come flooding like disease Blooming rage like leaves Torture Feeder To be one with an anguish so black Open-mouth abortion, razor-wire still intact Pulled from my guttural tract Torture Feeder