Forces inflame a growing arousal,
that coaxes this itching lust out.
When a little virgin girl keeps losing her way,
is that a night's dream or just a wisp?
As delusions arouse me to writhe and moan
under your butchery, hope you feel criminal.

I've long forgotten any shame. Here a shape heaves. A shape squirms.
There is nothing I desire. I've long forgotten any shame.

I ignore the pleasure and tame my urges.
Catch them, grasp them, stab them dead.

Sifting through the memories, my fingers
are soon rocking a mirror of that young girl.
Grab me! Grab me! Crush my convictions!
Capture me! Come, seize me!

I ignore the pleasure and tame my urges.
Catch them, grasp them, stab them dead.