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

And I've been falling on old ways
to make it through my day

And the self I esteemed is weaker than these dreams
These fantasies and memories of you can't share
I told you of my limits, the I kept secret
they make me look so 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. is fire
I said I'll take you in parts, well of me is a liar

And the and the ties I placed in the summons
You saw right those whip and chain lies
The made of leather, the metal in my motives
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 abhor the devil I with?
He doesn't hate you. He speaks quite well of
He emptiness; I think he still wants you

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

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

I spoke to your father, he satisfied you
He didn't me, I saw right through him
I couldn't take what's tragic. is fire
I said take you in parts, well part of me is a liar

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