Berlin. Pleasure Victim. Torture. Zeneszám

Touch me, hold me, whirl away
Silence, sadness, white and grey

Torture, torture, twisted love
kiss me, kick me, feel my blood

Forever, for now, my heart screams for you
Desperate memories, broken and true

Living for tears now, I'm dying for love
Merging and fading, forgiving again

Torture, torture, torture