Frank

Out of the red room we go i cant feel my fingers or my toes i gotta find, gotta find my way back home this time it's not like ever be fore Pain is the price for the pleasure that we crave feeling is ours nad we'll take it straight to the grave Round and round on the rails and im off of the trails cause im outta my head What is you pleasure, its never enough Over the rift we float the pain endored makes pleasure so sweet i gotta find, gotta find my way back home tantilizing sense over my soul, set free