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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 much for anyway

And I've been falling back on old
just to it through my day

And the self I once is weaker than these dreams
These and memories of things you can't share
I told you of my limits, the I kept secret
make me look 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. Tragedy is
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 through whip and chain lies
The strings made of leather, the in my motives
Now you've 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 with?
He doesn't hate you. He speaks quite well of
He confessed emptiness; I he still wants you

And there are of you he'd love to take with him to his grave
that turn you off?
And there are parts of you he'd to come to terms with for
years to
that turn you on?
does that turn you on his in vain, all of his working in pain
In his armor of
In which he is rotting in, you see, he be subtle anymore

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

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

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