Pressure Pleasure

Pressure, Pleasure
Inspired by the laws of gravity
Crushing became an art

Unrelenting
Pressure builds up to my climax
Crushing to get off

Unsuspecting
Lured into my lair festooned with chains
Anaesthetized
Nothing of your own free will remains

My lair the last place that you'll see
Cracked open in my smashing spree

A wide array of hammers at my disposal
They will aid me in the removal
Pressure Pleasure

My craving grows with every brutal homicide
In my lair, still room for people I wish to collide
With my hammer

Pressure blows, Pleasure grows'