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I hope I didn't punish you in the of some justice
those whip and instructions 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 back on old ways
just to it through my day

And the self I once esteemed is weaker these dreams
These fantasies and memories of you can't share
I told you of my limits, the limits I secret
they me look 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 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 chain
The made of leather, the metal in my motives
Now seen what I can be in the worst kind of way

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

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

I never spoke of innocence. I laughed 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 spoke to your father, he never you
He didn't satisfy me, I saw right him
I couldn't take tragic. Tragedy is fire
I said I'll take you in parts, 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 to come to terms with for years to come
me, "Does that turn you on?"
Does that you on my working in vain, all my working in pain,
in my of pain
For which I am rotting in, see I be subtle, anymore
Can I you on with this working in vain with my working in pain
In my of pain?
For I am rotting in, see I can't be subtle any more.