The Whip
Under the shadow of the whip
We bask in the filth, its bliss
Under the shadow of the whip
Lovers they get to be fighters
And fighters they get to be lovers
Under the shadow of the whip
We bask in the filth, its bliss
Under the shadow of the whip
Takers pretend to be givers, and givers pretend to be takers
Never want
Never want
Everything is yours
We're gluttons for punishment
Gluttons for punishment
Letting who we are be known
Show yourself to see yourself
How much madness will you learn to accept now?
Guilt is just a way to cope
Guilt is just a way to cope
A power struggle where all that's lost is one
We're gluttons for punishment
Gluttons for punishment
Letting who we are be known
Show yourself to see yourself
How much madness will you learn to accept now?
Guilt is just a way to cope
Guilt is just a way to cope
A power struggle for the powerless
Lost
Under the whip, there is freedom
Under the whip, there is filth
Under the whip, there is power
Under the whip, there is guilt
The cruelty of tenderness
The cruelty of tenderness
Give all the power to people you count on
And let them wipe you from the earth
The cruelty of tenderness
The cruelty of tenderness
Give all the power to people you count on
And let them wipe you from the earth
Fear is a fetish and I am a masochist
I'm not ashamed of my shame, now that I gave it a name
I'm not ashamed of my shame, now that I know its name
