Flesh in Chains - Terminal Choice

Black leather

Cold skin

Warped bodies are moving

Silver chains

Razer blades

Torture, of the flesh

On your knees

Feel the pain

The principles, of lust

Forbidden dreams

Forbidden Dreams

The nightmare

Of pleasure, and pain

You see your flesh in chains

You feel your flesh in chains

You want your flesh in chains

You need your flesh in chains

Fires are burning

Flames of the heart

The smell of blood

In the air

Sweet torture

Sweet pain

Mutilation, of your body

You can’t move

You can’t cry

Tears of pain

In your eyes

You break down

On the floor

Your heart stops beating

Now

You see your flesh in chains

You feel your flesh in chains

You want your flesh in chains

You need your flesh in chains

You see your flesh in chains

You feel your flesh in chains

You want your flesh in chains

You need your flesh in chains

Flesh in chains… You want your flesh in chains

Flesh in chains… You need your flesh in chains