Текст песни Jill Tracy - torture

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
Bound and broken on the Wheel
But all I know is how you make me feel today

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

Back in 1585
They’d impale a man alive
Wooden collar and iron truss
Chinese Death of 1000 Cuts
And on the pages in between
They spoke of the Garrote and the Guillotine
Iron Maiden and Little Ease
But all I know is how you make me feel today

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

My mind’s caught in a Brank
And all the ribbons of my skin
Tomorrow ends up in shackles before it even begins
And the tears that fall upon my face
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
Torture
The agony I put myself through
Torture
The bittersweet constrain
Torture
For Desire is the cruelest pain

And you taught me all about pain