Object of Pain
by portrayal of guilt
From the album: …Beginning of the End
Duration: 3:26
Lyrics for 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. 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. Tell me what you need.