Stuck in your ways - tally the days left for you
Until the hand below ground evokes
Your pa**ive event, utter restraint and your vow
To feel the straps pulling down hard
And I'm pleading; wanting out
But her kindling feeds your fire
And you're screaming for want of out
Is she leading a ma**acre?
Strap it on with lethargy
Strap it on - I'll soak up the heat
I'll strap it on you
Unfortunately, your chance to bargain just slid away
Manners in stride, she flays you alive for your vote
It's bound to breed empathy for the Marquis
Sado-M vogue, anything goes in this haunt
To suffer slings and pointed things - outrageous
And bruising doesn't taint your view
Her predatory traits will rule your pleasured breathing
It must be true
That she's leading a ma**acre
I'll strap it on with lethargy
Strap it on - I'll soak up your heat
I'll strap it on you
Unfortunately, your chance to bargain just slid away