Pleasure Of The Pain

The pleasure of the pain Consumes all I feel It steals But what it leaves Is a monster of me verse In the back alley cabaret Where the girls and the boys are claimed We'll find solace in the sticky floors And the body heat of those aflame Is it wrong of me to feel so much In this climate of restraint With every bottle drained a disapproving glance And god, I feel so ashamed But the pleasure of the pain Consumes all I feel It steals But what it leaves Is a monster of me verse So I pack my regrets in chains Head to where the ghosts congregate Under black and tragic empty skies They preach their madness could the dead tell lies? Cos I'm desperate to believe I'll take anything they give I'm like a rabid dog, with suffocating rage But these cadavers say that they can stave But the pleasure of the pain Consumes all I feel It steals But what it leaves Is a monster of me bridge And from her lips she sung A melody to die for And from my chest she drew A beating heart and stabbed it With the tweezers from her dresser The devotion you give Down on aching knees Using your throat as a sieve While the ghosts of your rejections Haunt the places you've forgotten And they'll say it was worth it Just for The pleasure of the pain Consumes all I feel It steals But what it leaves Is a monster of me No matter where I run I can smell you on my skin Distinct But when I need your taste My body doesn't slake the thirst.