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

And been falling back on old ways
to make it through my day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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