Torture Songtext
von 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
And bound and broken on the wheel
But all I know is how you make me feel today

This torture
Is getting close to you
This torture
The agony that I put myself through
Torture
The bittersweet constraint
This torture
For desire is the cruelest pain


Now back in 1585
They′d impale a man alive
Wooden collar and iron truss
Chinese death of one thousand cuts
And on the pages in between
They spoke of the garrote and the guillotine
And iron maiden and little ease
But all I know is how you make me feel today

This torture
Is getting close to you
This torture
The agony that I put myself through
Torture
The bittersweet constraint
This torture
For desire is the cruelest pain

My mind's caught in a break
And all the ribbons of my skin
Tomorrow ends up in shackles
Before it even begins
And tears that fall upon my face
Well 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
This torture
The agony that I put myself through
Torture
The bittersweet constraint
This torture
For desire is the cruelest pain

And you taught me all about pain