Torture - Jill Tracy

So goes the tale of the Brazen Bull

A strange device designed to kill

Hanging out in the Pillory

Drawn and quartered for the whole town to see

The infliction of the Rack

Boiling oil in great stone vats

Bound and broken on the Wheel

But all I know is how you make me feel today

This torture

Is getting close to you

Torture

The agony I put myself through

Torture

The bittersweet constrain

Torture

For Desire is the cruelest pain

Back in 1585

They’d impale a man alive

Wooden collar and iron truss

Chinese Death of 1000 Cuts

And on the pages in between

They spoke of the Garrote and the Guillotine

Iron Maiden and Little Ease

But all I know is how you make me feel today

This torture

Is getting close to you

Torture

The agony I put myself through

Torture

The bittersweet constrain

Torture

For Desire is the cruelest pain

My mind’s caught in a Brank

And all the ribbons of my skin

Tomorrow ends up in shackles before it even begins

And the tears that fall upon my face

They trickle to the floor

Like water torture falling

Drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop

This torture

Is getting close to you

Torture

The agony I put myself through

Torture

The bittersweet constrain

Torture

For Desire is the cruelest pain

And you taught me all about pain