Sitting down in small space watching my vision displayed on a screen, keep a book of cuttings starring my dark and twisted fantasy, but my mother disaproves, she seems to think i'm a waste of space and blames me for my father's actions that put him right in his place, move the plans to dark room where i cannot be disturbed, wrap it around wait for the prey grab the steel bar and beat away
Need more, let's keep score, you're just perfect for what i need, exactly what i'm looking for, sit down and zip your mouth and put your hands behind your back, in the line you'll be leading, when you'll be mechanically bleeding
One by one they march in a bump on the head should do the trick, have to keep it fixed on staple it together so it sticks, cut it out and throw it away disable the joint so you can't ruin the buffet, take a hammer to the mouth, and watch the shards fall away
Too late, nowhere to go, resistance is useless, you'll do as i say, if you don't comply, you can sit in the corner for as long as it takes, and you'll get your feeding, when you start mechnically bleeding
Tell me how does it feel inside tell me how you feel tonight
Slide the liquid down the throat and introduce a little fun, take a long hard look into your eyes and admire what i've done
fill the needle, puncture the flesh, release the chemicals and watch the effects, evacuate the back doors and watch it go, dripping out like melting snow
I'm weak, you're strong, and right there is where you belong, but you do what i say and you're lost inside, screaming will not help you escape, and i feel sick, now you're mechnically bleeding
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