The fire burns
Hands grope at your parts
As you tear their souls apart
Press of the button
Thumbing pleasues
In you center
Demons are waiting
For you to be solved
A star is formed
The schism opens
Pleasures
Pains
Dreams
Tears
The blood from the chains
Comes from your veins
Always a puzzle
Hell is your reward
Your name is always the same
"The Box Of Sorrows"
