roughness

she slips into her sickness and she don't regret a thing
she's trying to resist him but she knows she loves pain...
come into my bed i have nothing left to hide
voices in my head can't stop this burning inside

and i fight it, deny it, keep quiet... but i like it.

she watches from a distance
she knows what he's about
she's trying to resist him
he puts it into her mouth...

crawling on my flesh
i have nothing left to feel
deeper that it gets
this open wound will not heal

and i fight it, deny it, keep quiet… but i like it.

i push you out
i pull you in
but will it end where you begin?
you tell me not to be afraid

but you're the one
who's not safe (from me)
and i bleed and i plead
down on my knees

while you need for me to say i like it,
but you know i like it
like you like it...

ROUGH

tura satana - roughness