My Dying Bride Your Shameful Heaven
You, who stand there now I will not tell you not to cry Without fail my purpose Will be fulfilled I can crown you a God And You'll suffer for your sins Bound so tightly, pain is everything Far from kindness. I am your king Believe you're in Hell, but yours is Heaven Cry to die. You'll love me forever On a pale, teary cheek Tears cascade to your feet Whipped to the floor once again Laughing and lashing you away Burning pain sears through your skin But its more you cry, for you are a sinner We suffer in love, but you love to suffer Your misery is your majesty Though your skin may burn and your wounds bleed The only real ache is between your legs You've learned well, through your Hell Your pain was nothing. You longed for more. Your shameful Heaven is full of devils Just like me. Just for you
