The Filth and the Fetish

Closure in the comfort
strangers bed at last
Closure in the comfort
You can take my flesh

I don’t want your [bad word] 
I want your body bruised and bloody.
I want your sorrow,
pain you can love, a hurt you can swallow.

She says, tie the rope tighter.
She begs, the lashes grow brighter.
Here we live on the razors edge,
Slash my heart to bits someday she says.

Closure in the comfort
strangers bed at last
Closure in the comfort
You can take my flesh

I want your violence,
I want the freedom in the pain.
I wear the moniker like armor,
In the whipping haus I can be anything.

Please sir, tie the rope ready,
Please sir, crash the whip heavy.
Here we live on the razors edge,
Slash my heart to bits someday she says.

Closure in the comfort
strangers bed at last
Closure in the comfort
You can take my flesh

Here we are in the midst of our own passionate adventure. 
The lies, the lust, the pain, the trust, 
here we can choose to lacerate and butcher 
all the sorrow deep down inside of us, and really live. 
Wake up and glance back into the shadow of the sun. 
Somewhere beneath the shade of violent rays and a perfect [bad word]  
Take me to the gallows, take me to the velvet temple cut in two, can you suffer? 
Can you suffer like I do?

You are the filth, you are the fetish. (I can suffer I can suffer stay with me)

You are the filth, I am the [bad word]  (I can suffer I can suffer stay with me)