Tied up and tortured and whipped again Hanging from the ceiling Rust running down the pipes I look out the window to see The view out there I see perfection
Sweat and blood trickles down The whip keeps coming I'm ready to give up But one thing keeps me going I look out that hole into the light I see perfection
The constant coverture from which I hide pain No, I feel nothing. There is no pain. I say it to see how you react Yet when it does not hurt, it does I see perfection
The sores cast out fear The burns tear away pain That throb in my head takes out from my heart What used to be still is. I look at you I see perfection.
Its not who I want to be I think you see me for me A pool lies below me, all of me In it you will see Your name in All of perfection.
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