The Truest Form Of Pain

My dear subjects
I'd lie if I said
"Do not have any kind of fear"
The truth I seek
Becoming one with the agony
I need for you to bleed

To spark my inspiration
I'll do what must be done
To watch your misery
To watch your misery

I will uncover
Every torture known
And you will scream
'Til your voice is blown
And death must wait
'Til I discover
The truest form of pain

My experiment, I'll pave the way
To reach the peak of your agony
Consuming it
What is unfolding in front of me
I need for you to bleed

To spark my inspiration
I'll do what must be done
To watch your misery
To watch your misery

I will uncover
Every torture known
And you will scream
'Til your voice is blown
And death must wait
'Til I discover
The truest form of pain

Burn!

To kill you now would it be too soon?
Or have I worn you out?
I truly fear
The torture infected
Will corrupt this experiment

To my astonishment
I cannot find
A final conclusive answer
Unless I indulge myself
Will I then find
The only way to explain
The truest form of pain