Pressures Of Faith

Passion and lovers collide
Refilling the void
Spreading for vision and futures not of this world
Treat me the way that you want
I know that it won’t really hurt
Treat me the way that you want
I know that it won’t real hurt

Engaged in a perilous trail of moral decay
Destructing with no hesitation, no thoughts of restrain
Well, treat me the way that you want
I know that it won’t really hurt
Treat me the way that you want
I know that it won’t really hurt