Perfect Little Slave

Shadows dancing on the ceiling while the smoke hangs in the air
(and) you there bound in Shibari, your face framed by your dark hair
The crimson wine crosses my lips as your shameful tears stain yours
And my pleasure means your freedom, you’ve never wanted one thing more

Now you’re staring – eyes of wonder, My sweet Object of Desire
My control you’ve fallen under, When you find I am a liar

Twenty girls have knelt in that space, and every one has tried in vain
Their screams became the soundtrack as their failures brought their pain
I believe myself a man of reason and I’ve made only one request
Give me what the others failed to, and you will cheat your death

Now you’re staring – eyes of wonder, My sweet Object of Desire
My control you’ve fallen under, and instead become my prey

Chorus

You embody my pain, my pain, you are the Perfect Little Slave,
You will do anything that I say, now, forever to the grave

Twenty girls had knelt in that space, now another falls in vain
Sorrow chiseled upon her face, her blood falling down like rain
Bodies hanging from the ceiling while the smoke hangs in the air
Coiling up the rope, I’m dreaming of the next one who’ll kneel there

You embody my pain, my pain, you are the Perfect Little Slave,
You will do anything that I say, now, forever to the grave


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Control Issues

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Control Issues delivers a deep assortment of musical textures and emotions through songs that have been forged and tested in the unforgiving world of live concerts.