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You do as I chooses
I would make you feel safe from the moment that we met
I would hint of sex, but say that im not ready for it yet
Youre drawn in by my eyes and you agree with my point of view
Why dont you come over, just to talk, me and you
As we get closer both in conversation as well as bodily
Does this rag smell like clorophorm? its a wonderful commodity
And now that youre sleeping i have time to tie the knot
It gets tighter when you move, so when you wake up, move alot
With your wrists tied to your hair behind your head limiting your ability
and your ankles tied to your wrists you twist with inmobility
Your pussy throbs with anticipation and vulnurable fears
It beats with your heart, your nervous sweat mixed with your nervous tears
The room is dark and quiet, its uncomfortable to scream
But you let one out anyways, because its the only thing to make you feel safe
in this place your heart raced with tears on your face you embrace
The disgrace encased in a case of yourself and you hate that you like it.
You were scared and uneasy and wished that we had never met
But those feelings soon replaced, as you became increasingly wet
And thats when you see me standing over you with knife and a chain
You become silent and stop to move, you know whats next mixed with pain
But thats not where it ends as i chain you up by your neck to the cieling
And start reeling this wench and you clench as you quench your last breath.
But you see it from the outside of your body and look on with regret
and thats when you wake up, bed sheets soaked in your sweat
The realization of your reality and its fucked up sexuality
Youre longing now to awake me for fulfillment wether it was a fantasy or not
With a ball in your mouth, its hard to explain, but you think I forgot...?
You look down and feel the cuts, the burns and the bruises
It wasnt a dream, remember one thing, you do as I chooses.
I would hint of sex, but say that im not ready for it yet
Youre drawn in by my eyes and you agree with my point of view
Why dont you come over, just to talk, me and you
As we get closer both in conversation as well as bodily
Does this rag smell like clorophorm? its a wonderful commodity
And now that youre sleeping i have time to tie the knot
It gets tighter when you move, so when you wake up, move alot
With your wrists tied to your hair behind your head limiting your ability
and your ankles tied to your wrists you twist with inmobility
Your pussy throbs with anticipation and vulnurable fears
It beats with your heart, your nervous sweat mixed with your nervous tears
The room is dark and quiet, its uncomfortable to scream
But you let one out anyways, because its the only thing to make you feel safe
in this place your heart raced with tears on your face you embrace
The disgrace encased in a case of yourself and you hate that you like it.
You were scared and uneasy and wished that we had never met
But those feelings soon replaced, as you became increasingly wet
And thats when you see me standing over you with knife and a chain
You become silent and stop to move, you know whats next mixed with pain
But thats not where it ends as i chain you up by your neck to the cieling
And start reeling this wench and you clench as you quench your last breath.
But you see it from the outside of your body and look on with regret
and thats when you wake up, bed sheets soaked in your sweat
The realization of your reality and its fucked up sexuality
Youre longing now to awake me for fulfillment wether it was a fantasy or not
With a ball in your mouth, its hard to explain, but you think I forgot...?
You look down and feel the cuts, the burns and the bruises
It wasnt a dream, remember one thing, you do as I chooses.
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