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Carnal secrets of passion and pain are told
In a torture garden where violence is golden
Where the flowers of Evil grow
With each transgression more seeds are sown
Forbidden pleasures are bought and sold
In a city of sin where violence is golden
A black market of dark desire
Something for everyone... to each his own
What's your fetish?
What's your pleasure?
Designer violence, made to measure
Like a velvet glove
Like a ball and chain
Like the kiss of a whip when you're hungry for pain
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