Caught

Now

you're

mine

I

am

the

mas-

ter

of

your

whip-

ping

time

The

smile

On

my

lips

The

look

of

hor-

ror

on

your

face

Self

Jus-

ti-

fi-

ca-

tion

Can't

rid

the

se-

xual

fas-

ci-

na

-

tion

Can

You

de-

ny

My

face

of

plea-

sure

the

gleam

in

my

eye

You're

no-

thing

An

ob-

ject

of

a-

ni-

ma-

tion

A

sub-

jec-

tive

man-

ne-

quin

Beaten

in-

to

sub-

mis-

sion

Ra-

ping

a-

gain

and

a-

gain

Shackled

My

prin-

cess

Dang-

ling

in

dist-

ress

Here

To

dis-

cip-

line

My

sole

pur-

pose

ne-

ver

ends

Blee-

ding

On

your

knees

My

sa-

tis-

fac-

tion

is

what

I

need

The

urge

To

take

my

fist

And

vi-

o-

late

eve-

ry

o-

ri-

face

You're

no-

thing

An

ob-

ject

of

a-

ni-

ma-

tion

A

sub-

jec-

tive

man-

ne-

quin

Beaten

in-

to

sub-

mis-

sion

Ra-

ping

a-

gain

and

a-

gain

Slaves

to

my

tor-

ment

Scream

to

your

heart's

con-

tent

Time

Time

a-

gain

Plea-

sure

in

in-

flic-

ting

pain

Po-

wer

so

dead

Try-

ing

to

cir-

cum-

vent

U-

na-

dul-

te-

ra-

ted

bat-

te-

ry

Ma-

ni-

pu-

la-

ted

re-

a-

li-

ty

God

dead

I

am

a-

live