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

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

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

I did see you on my last visit.
I off the summons; the laws we have broken
I couldn't take what's tragic. 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 strings made of leather, the metal in my
Now seen what I can be in the worst kind of way

And now that you've the worst that I can become
Do you abhor the devil I deal
He doesn't hate you. He speaks quite well of
He confessed emptiness; I think he wants you

And there are of you he'd love to take with him to his grave
Does turn you off?
And there are parts of you love to come to terms with for
to come
Does that you on?
does turn you on his working 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 of innocence. I never laughed at your pain
I knew all what you needed 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. is fire
I I'll take 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 turn you on my in vain, all my working in pain,
in my of pain
For which I am rotting in, see I be subtle, anymore
Can I turn you on with this working in vain with my working in
In my armor of
For I am rotting in, see I can't be subtle any more.