Pleasure Songtext
von Civic

Living a lie, falling from the ceiling
Desperation bleeding out your ears
Concrete shoes, you′re at the bottom feeding
Feeding on your plans to make a hole in my pavement

When I'm lying down in bed
There′s nothing better than the thought of you dead
When the only thing on my brain
Is the pleasure of bringing you pain
I know your time will fade


Vicious hounds are dancing in the street
Sun's gone down, those devils clicking their teeth
Joke's up now, they threw him on the beat
These mental hounds, there′s nothing but a disease to me
To me

When I′m lying down in bed
There's nothing better than the thought of you dead
When the only thing on my brain
Is the pleasure of bringing you pain
I know your time will fade

When I′m lying down in bed
There's nothing better than the thought of you dead
When the only thing on my brain
Is the pleasure of bringing you pain
I know your time will fade

Hey, hey, hey