Hands covered with the crimson stain
It’s my delight to drive the nails
To cause this unbearable pain
I want what I want, what I deserve
Love only asking for love in return
My murderous ways, the dripping vine
The liberty to imprison another
The servant only suffers by my decree
Only enjoying the fruit of my labors
Love only asking for love in return
The voice startles me out of slumber
You’ve mistaken freedom for shame
I’ve taken the pain you could never bear
Now experience the fruit of my labor
Life only asking for life in return
Come home my child
Please, please come home
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