| Binded in chains, her wrist so torn, she must be my Sabbath day woman, kept close to my soul, and my plan. Dangleing from the ceiling, barbwire shredding your arms, binded waist, pushed, and pulled anyway I choose. You are mine, my greatest bottle of booze. Who needs another, when I have you, you, you are everything to do. And everything to you I shall do. Anything, I want, Whatever I wish, just because, you can be a bitch. Piss off the rest of the world, but when they turn to snarl, I'll be there with my wings, to caress your broken smile. I'll carry you that extra mile, I'll keep you clear from the system, and its evil file. Don't you ever worry about those sheep, and agenda that are vile. We'll show them all our Sinister sins, our bleeding out from within. Wickedness set free, you chained closer to me. Kept safe, kept far from the part, the part of playing Cattle, to be lead to the slaughter, to be, lead astray by the ones that burned out their eyes, the ones that cannot do anything but tell lies. My beautiful black rose, eternity it grows, I'll feed you well, fertalize you with my Private hell, keep you cold when its hot, and keep you sweating and breathe hard, when its not. My bondage baby, my midnight sky thats extreme beauty. |
