Carnal secrets of passion and pain are told   In a torture garden where violence is golden   Where the flowers of Evil grow   With each transgression more seeds are sown      Forbidden pleasures are bought and sold   In a city of sin where violence is golden   A black market of dark desire   Something for everyone…to each his own   What's your fetish?   What's your pleasure?   Designer violence, made to measure   Like a velvet glove   Like a ball and chain   Like the kiss of a whip when you're hungry for pain