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I hope I didn't punish you in the name of some
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 for those anyway

And I've been back on old ways
just to make it my day

And the self I once esteemed is than these dreams
These and memories of things you can't share
I told you of my limits, the I kept secret
they make me look so poor when I 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. Tragedy is
I said I'll you in parts, well part of me is a liar

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

And now that you've seen the that I can become
Do you abhor the devil I with?
He doesn't hate you. He speaks quite well of
He confessed I think he still wants you

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

I never spoke of innocence. I never at your pain
I knew all what you needed to do.
You took care of business. You past my limits.
Now I love your 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 what's tragic. is fire
I said I'll take you in parts, part 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 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 rotting in, see I be subtle, anymore
Can I turn you on with this working in with my working in pain
In my armor of
For which I am rotting in, see I can't be any more.