I stood, you hit, for pure pleasure, as pure as glass. Ran down the back of my neck The imprint left will not wash away Scrubbing it raw, I cry unable to breathe. Bleeding. No reason, pure pleasure, the shearness of pleasure Power for your kind, power in your hand No thoughts exchanged, I was down. Without reason, without power The pure pleasure of shearness Oh shearness of pleasure, of power and hatred. On the innocent, of which no one protects For your pleasure of power. The power of pleasure, pleasure of power.