IRC-Galleria

You gotta problem you just can't hide
Compulsive habits that never seem to die
Your breath is taken up all the air
Your teeth are rotting to black holes in your head
Well reality is due What you say just can't be true
When the story is streched and so far fetched
That you're lacking an excuse
You Lied
Your mother allowed you for just one white lie
But now she's dead, and she left you with a problem
Pinocchio has pierced your tongue
Your nose is growin' into the 3rd dimension
Well reality is due What you say just can't be true
When the story is stretched and so far fetched
That you're lacking an excuse
You Lied
Well reality is due What you say just can't be true
When the story is stretched and so far fetched
That you're lacking an excuse
You Lied

Waiting in a room
All dressed up and bound and gagged up to a chair
It's so unfair
I don't dare move
For the pain she puts me through
Is what I need
So make it bleed

I'm in distress
Oh mistress I confess
So do it one more time
These handcuffs are too tight yeah
You know I will obey
So please don't make me beg
For blood, sex and booze you give me
Say I'm disturbed
It's what I deserve
Another lesson to be learned
From a girl called Kill

My head is in the gutter
Thank you sir strike up another mandolin
Of discipline
Throw me to the dogs
Let them eat my flesh down to the wood
It feels so good

I'm in distress
Oh mistress I confess
So do it one more time
These handcuffs are too tight yeah
You know I will obey
So please don't make me beg
For blood, sex and booze you give me
Say I'm disturbed
It's what I deserve
Another lesson to be learned