ᗩᘻᗩᘉᕲᗩᘿᘻᓍ᙭ᓰᖶᗩ - Desire Of Pain (Original)

(Beat Intro: Crackling vinyl surface noise, heavy, slowed-down 808 thuds, an eerie, detuned music box melody, and thick, swirling synthesizer pads) (Verse 1) The needle drops like a guillotine blade On a spinning black disc where the memories fade Rain streaks the neon across the window pane I’m pouring a drink to the sweet desire of pain Shadows dance slow in a double-breasted coat While a ghostly vintage melody chokes in my throat Lost in the smoke of a habit I can't break Blessed be the bruising that keeps me awake (Verse 2) The saxophone wails like a siren in the mist In a city of sins that the angels missed The bassline is heavy, a ritualistic thud Mixing classic noir style with the chill in my blood A velvet dress stained by a love gone wrong We’re trapped in the loops of a funeral song Spells cast in whispers, candles burning low The deeper the hurt, the brighter the glow (Chorus) Spin the black vinyl, let the dark waters roll This gothic witch house is consuming my soul Oh, the sweet, sad desire of pain We’re dancing with demons in the cold autumn rain Catchy but tragic, we bleed in the groove In this vintage nightmare, nobody can move Spin it down slow, let the heartbreak remain Oh, how I crave the desire of pain (Verse 3) A dead man’s jazz on a graveyard beat The pavement is slick on this lonely street You were my femme fatale, my gorgeous curse Now I’m writing our history verse by verse The synthesizer creeps like a fog in the night Choking out the last of the morning light Witchcraft and whiskey, a dangerous blend We knew from the start how the record would end (Verse 4) The pitch slider drops, the tempo starts to crawl Ancient dark symbols painted on the wall I wear my despair like a tailored shroud Crying out your name but never aloud It’s a classic obsession, a beautifully sad trend Where the suffering is a timeless friend The crackle of the wax is the sound of my heart Tearing itself meticulously apart (Chorus) Spin the black vinyl, let the dark waters roll This gothic witch house is consuming my soul Oh, the sweet, sad desire of pain We’re dancing with demons in the cold autumn rain Catchy but tragic, we bleed in the groove In this vintage nightmare, nobody can move Spin it down slow, let the heartbreak remain Oh, how I crave the desire of pain (Verse 5) Midnight strikes thirteen on the grandfather clock The shadows in the corner begin to unlock A retro-dark longing that feeds on the grief In this tragic theater, there is no relief Your ghost is a shadow that won’t leave the floor Haunting the hallways, knocking at the door The 808 groans like a dungeon below We sink in the melody, beautifully slow (Verse 6) Glitch in the matrix, a skip in the track I’m looking for a warmth that is never coming back Classic noir cinema playing in my head Monochrome visions of the words you said The witch house is heavy, the atmosphere bleeds Feeding the hunger of my darkest needs A vintage addiction to the way that it hurts Buried in the sonic dust and the dirt (Chorus) Spin the black vinyl, let the dark waters roll This gothic witch house is consuming my soul Oh, the sweet, sad desire of pain We’re dancing with demons in the cold autumn rain Catchy but tragic, we bleed in the groove In this vintage nightmare, nobody can move Spin it down slow, let the heartbreak remain Oh, how I crave the desire of pain (Verse 7) The groove is cut deep where the diamond tip rides Concealing the secrets that the darkness hides An occult rhythm in a smoke-filled room We built an altar to our own sweet doom Depressing and catchy, the radio plays The soundtrack to our final, miserable days Hold me real close while the synthesizers scream Waking up dead from a beautiful dream (Chorus) Spin the black vinyl, let the dark waters roll This gothic witch house is consuming my soul Oh, the sweet, sad desire of pain We’re dancing with demons in the cold autumn rain Catchy but tragic, we bleed in the groove In this vintage nightmare, nobody can move Spin it down slow, let the heartbreak remain Oh, how I crave the desire of pain (Verse 8) The static is rising, the music grows faint A picture of misery no artist could paint Eight tracks of sorrow, a classic design Your cold, dead hand resting inside of mine The vinyl keeps spinning though the song is all done Waiting in darkness for a faceless sun The final chord echoes, a haunting refrain Forever enslaved to the desire of pain (Chorus) Spin the black vinyl, let the dark waters roll This gothic witch house is consuming my soul Oh, the sweet, sad desire of pain We’re dancing with demons in the cold autumn rain Catchy but tragic, we bleed in the groove In this vintage nightmare, nobody can move Spin it down slow, let the heartbreak remain Oh, how I crave the desire of pain (Beat Outro: The music completely fades out, leaving only the endless, rhythmic popping and crackling of the empty vinyl groove spinning in the dark)