Caught, now you`re mineI am the master of your whipping timeThe smile on my lipsThe look of horror on your faceSelf, justificationCan`t rid the sexual fascinationCan you denyMy face of pleasure the gleam in my eyeYou`re nothing an object of animationA subjective mannequinBeaten into submissionRaping again and againShackled, my princessDangling in distressHere to disciplineMy sole purpose never endsBleeding on your kneesMy satisfaction is what I needThe urge to take my fistAnd violate every orificeNothing, an object of animationA subjective mannequinBeaten into submissionRaping again and againSlaves to my tormentsScream to your heart`s contentTime, time againPleasure in inflicting painPower so intenseTrying to circumventUnadulterated batteryManipulated reality, God is dead, I am alive