Caught
   Now you're mine
   I am the master of your whipping time
   The smile
   On my lips
   The look of horror on your face
   Self
   Justification
   Can't rid the sexual fascination
   Can
   You deny
   My face of pleasure, the gleam in my eye
  
   CHORUS
   You're nothing
   An object of animation
   A subjective mannequin
   Beaten into submission
   Raping again and again
  
   Shackled
   My princess
   Dangling in distress
   Here
   To discipline
   My sole purpose never ends
   Bleeding
   On your knees
   My satisfaction is what I need
   The urge
   To take my fist
   And violate every orifice
  
   CHORUS
  
   Slaves to my torments
   Scream to your heart's content
   Time and time again
   Pleasure in inflicting pain
   Power so intense
   Trying to circumvent
   Unadulterated battery
   Manipulated reality
   God is dead, I am alive