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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And there's parts of you I'd love to with me to my grave
that turn you off?
and there's parts of you I'd love to come to terms for years to come
Tell me, "Does turn you on?"
Does that turn you on my 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 rotting in, see I be subtle any more.