05. Art of Pleasure

An art which can't be learned

From the pale white dry pages of a book

A pleasure to be earned

By your acts, not how you look

Wisdom

(Get away from me

I just wanna have an everlasting memory)

I don't need your helping words

                (Hush, they fly away like birds)

The art of pleasure of flesh

Was never so easy to learn

You burn full with will to have

Someone, then make undone all

The vice, pay no price

For the twilight might you gain

Cause pain then leave the soul

Behind bleeding, entwined (you're blind)

You do not care about breaking hearts

As you only see the charming crust outside

You never play out all your cards

Until you make that little whore fuckin-fuckin wild

(Never ever) Look in the mirror

As you might (you're blind you grind through all the fuckin souls)

Not like the image what you see

You're not a living horror

But if I am right (you suck you fuck you're a maniac of vice)

A heartless asshole you will see

An art which you could teach

By your tongue, your hands, your skin, your body

I, I want to reach

To reunite in the night for eternity

So show me how you can love

Show me how you lost your innocence

Let me enjoy you and rise above

Before I fall below in the pits of hell