Let me show you, all the Secrets of the Torture Garden

My heart is like the heavens
It's a place for those who hate
My soul is like the winter
Hosting symbols of our fate
Making omens come alive
We exist w...

Climbing the stairs of sorrow
 To achieve completion
 Listening to the sound
 Of nails being struck
 Into the hands
 Of a million sons
 Hanging....
 F...

Let me carry your cross let me salvage your fate
Praise the rebel of siege and the rising of hate
Its the fourteenth of May and the birth of dissent
L...

Remember when you asked me, if you could cut my hair?
I looked inside the mirror; you asked me if I dared
- “I am the sweetest devil, I promise to be ...

The mark of my father is carved in my flesh
A sign of damnation and heavenly incest
The children of pleasure delivered in pain
But crowned and defiled...

You are ashen like love; you are black like the snow
You are drunken like God, making angels in snow
You are Mary confined, you are roses entwined
I a...

So what is so wrongabout lust?
Isn't it just natural to acknowledge excitement, accept your instincts, and truly rejoice in the pleasures of your body...

Mediocre words full of condescending love?
I hear devils that laugh from the heavens above
We piss on benevolence and we ponder in hate
But refuse to ...

In my little black dress I have come to confess
That defiance is not what it seems
I am covered in dirt and my fingers they hurt
From the women I’ve t...