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I hope I 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 for those anyway

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

And the self I once esteemed is weaker than dreams
These fantasies and memories of things you 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 the laws we have broken
I couldn't take what's tragic. Tragedy is
I said take you in parts, well part of me is a liar

And the strings and the ties I in the summons
You saw right through 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 that I can
Do you abhor the devil I deal
He doesn't hate you. He quite well of you;
He confessed emptiness; I think he still you

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

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 your in a militant way.

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

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