Turn Your Face - Suppressor

Sitting in front of your mirror

needing passion, to feel wanted

Good girl you know you want

Will teach you a violent lesson

While you kneel, pulling your hair

and my duty is to be bad with you

I am the beast you need to tame

I have the key to your frustration

Frustration

Because your body burns

and pleasure cannot wait

burning the walls of your room

dress in flames, consuming anxiety

Anxiety

Want to beat your pleasure

You scream, hurry please

Want to beat your pleasure

You scream, rape me.

Bloody kisses, swollen eyes, bruises on your back

Tears of pain, perfect makeup running down

You belong to me, to the devil I am now

While I hear you whisper and moan