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I hope I didn't punish you in the of some justice
those whip and chain should be written for me
I told you of my limits, the lines you crossing
but you tried not to care for those anyway

And I've been falling on old ways
to make it through my day

And the self I once is weaker than these dreams
These fantasies and memories of things you share
I told you of my limits, the limits I secret
they make me so poor when I need you so badly

I never did see you on my visit.
I dropped off the summons; the laws we have
I couldn't take what's tragic. is fire
I said I'll take you in parts, part of me is a liar

And the strings and the I placed in the summons
You saw right through those whip and chain
The made of leather, the metal in my motives
Now you've seen what I can be in the kind of way

And now that you've seen the that I can become
Do you abhor the I deal with?
He doesn't hate you. He speaks quite of you;
He emptiness; I think he still wants you

And are parts of you he'd love to take with him to his grave
Does turn you off?
And are parts of you he'd love to come to terms with for
years to
Does turn you on?
does that turn you on his in vain, all of his working in pain
In his armor of
In he is rotting in, you see, he can't be subtle anymore

I never spoke of innocence. I never laughed at your
I knew all along what you to do.
You took care of business. You marched my limits.
Now I love decisions in a militant way.

I to your father, he never satisfied you
He didn't satisfy me, I saw through him
I couldn't take what's tragic. Tragedy is
I said I'll you in parts, well part of me is a liar

And there's of you I'd love to take with me to my grave
that turn you off?
and there's parts of you I'd love to to terms with for years to come
me, "Does that turn you on?"
Does that you on my working in vain, all my working in pain,
in my armor of
For I am rotting in, see I can't be subtle, anymore
Can I turn you on with this working in vain with my in pain
In my armor of
For which I am in, see I can't be subtle any more.