You lack my sympathy, you've got no empathy,
I'd rather die than be another notch on your side,
Those strange proclivities, no longer interest me,
My soul's gone dead and empty, Just like the lust I cannot hide
Hate-in-the-box, you're hinged with abuse,
Close my eyes and buckle you shut,
Always longing to be used,
Touch me and my soul is rust.
You lack my sympathy, you've got no empathy,
I'd rather die than be another notch on your side,
Those strange proclivities, no longer interest me,
My soul's gone dead and empty, Just like the lust I can not hide
Hate-in-the-box, you're hinged with abuse,
Close my eyes and buckle you shut,
Always longing to be used,
Touch me and my soul is rust.
Hate-in-the-box, just take take take,
sap my will and waste my time,
twist my heart until it breaks,
handles spinning as you grind
My heart is filled with silent dreams
Of straps and buckles as they gleam,
I'm hungry for the pain you bring,
There's pain and pleasure in your sting


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