Bondage
I know it's a sin
But oh, bondage
Where did it begin?
I can't trace my steps
My heart to slaughter
Flesh ripped apart
Crimson water
Cascading in a river
I know this is wrong
But my voice is stolen from me
My ability limited to a pitiful song
Attempted through quivering lips
Slave to a master unseen
This bondage, so powerful
None with a desire to intervene
Bondage so strong, forever
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