Every lashing and burn on my skin
more broken flesh and a more broken heart
oh God what would it take for me to sin
and break these violent happenings apart
when will the black leather belt be my friend
when will all the piercing start to hurt less
somewhere the pain has to come to an end
I hope it's the truth and not a caprice
oh would you wimper if your skin were bruised
a slight bleeding cut and you'd feel the pain
just one day of your heart being abused
and troubled curses from the walls woould rain
but someday you will have to meet the truth
and a belt will turn on you with no ruth
