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

And I've been back on old ways
just to 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 so poor when I need you so badly

I never did see you on my visit.
I off the summons; the laws we have broken
I take what's tragic. Tragedy is fire
I said take you in parts, well part of me is a liar

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

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

And there are parts of you he'd love to take with him to his
Does that 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 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 never at your pain
I all along what you needed to do.
You took of business. You marched past 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 tragic. Tragedy is fire
I said take 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 turn you off?
and there's parts of you I'd love to come to with for years to come
me, "Does that 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 in vain with my working in pain
In my armor of
For which I am rotting in, see I can't be any more.