Lyrics:

I don't-I don't-I don't-
I don't think that the-
I don't-I don't-I don't-
I don't think that the-
I don't-I don't-I don't- (Stick 'em up motherfucker)
I don't think that the- (Any means necessary for survival)
I don't-I don't-I don't- (Stick 'em up motherfucker)
I don't think that the-
I don't think that the real violence has even started yet
Hahahahaha
Stick 'em up motherfucker, this is a hold-up
Stick 'em up motherfucker, this is a hold-up

Deep inside the angle hurts
Rotation moves, the amber burns
Silently your hands are tied
Persuasion slowly slips inside

Stretching skin it has a burn
Sooner or later you will learn
Perversion
Inhibitions from within
The only thing we really want
Is sin

Are you ready to believe?
Are you ready to conceive?

Are you ready to come?
Are you ready to be one?
Are you ready to come?
Are you ready to be one?

The leather cracks, you feel the heat
A hardening pulse is, oh, so sweet
The blindfold slips down to your mouth
You taste the flesh, it makes no sound
The blade it skins on your chest
Perverse illusion never rests from within

(Any means necessary for survival)

Are you ready to believe?
Are you ready to conceive?
Are you ready to come?
Are you ready to be one?

This sado game is now for real
You suffocate with fear of pain
The blood starts running from your veins
The straps are tightened for pleasured pain