Letra da Música Pure Pleasure de The Azoic

I stood, you hit, for pure pleasure, as pure as glass.
Ran down the back of my neck
The imprint left will not wash away
Scrubbing it raw, I cry unable to breathe.
Bleeding.
No reason, pure pleasure, the shearness of pleasure
Power for your kind, power in your hand
No thoughts exchanged, I was down.
Without reason, without power
The pure pleasure of shearness
Oh shearness of pleasure, of power and hatred.
On the innocent, of which no one protects
For your pleasure of power.
The power of pleasure, pleasure of power.