Strangeways that we are cheated Of a torch to burn a path Binding at the weeds to watch them grow Existent beneath the cloaking of your love Stapled to the walls and webs of which you've crafted. Pining for a gasp from these strangulated insides Only to be reminded of your imminent death All of these roads are blocked Exits out to arms To truly love you is to Stunt, stagnate, and bind you Nothing is good enough Love is just a leash Consuming guilt, each drip dries throat to bone Good means to go punished My love comes with a price All I want is to let you know I own you Wriggle on as you must There is no compromise Consuming guilt You'll walk your path alone Shackled to a torturous relation Bonded blood equates to lashes in out minds With this whip Each crack and pull, ministration Assurance of protected cages No wings to fly