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

And I've falling back on old ways
just to make it my day

And the self I once is weaker than these dreams
These fantasies and of things you can't share
I told you of my limits, the I kept secret
they make me look so poor when I you so badly

I did see you on my last visit.
I dropped off the summons; the we have broken
I take what's tragic. Tragedy is fire
I said I'll take you in parts, well part of me is a

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

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

And there are parts of you he'd love to take with him to his
Does that turn you
And there are parts of you he'd love to to terms with for
years to
that turn 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 spoke of innocence. I never laughed at your pain
I knew all along what you to do.
You took of business. You marched past my limits.
Now I love your in a militant way.

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

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