The Pleasure Of The Pain

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

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

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 you taste

My body doesn't slake the thirst.