Tortured for Fetishistic Pleasure Video (MV)

North of the hills under the evergreens
Tucked away in his laboratory
The Horizon he did his intentions from real Gore in the story
The conclusions have been reached our trust has been breached

Plans of sexual devices not made for delight
Mixing pleasures with carnage filled his appetite

Researching for answers never for cures
Blatant lies carved beneath layers
Diagnosis post-mortem biastophilia
Raped and choked was the outlet
Creeping the night to find his criteria

Involving others was never their choice
Forceful and restraint applied
Humiliation and brutality was the goal
Teeth left behind on the curbside

Flushed from this violence hunted for his secrets
He thought he could change the world
Blood from the night soaked into his days
His eyes gleamed from the torture

Not realizing this world would permeate his miracle pill
Which one day transformed to kill