Black Tape for a Blue Girl Follow

I fantasize I'm dressed in tattered strands.

Prisoner to his warm breath,

my deference his demand.

This frail girl waits for his command.

Held in his cell, I only can submit.

My face in his hands, it's pleasure I'll admit!

My utopia is dystopia.

I fantasize my body on the ground.

I wait for his command, one less of me around.

He breaks me down while ignoring my tears.

This purifying pain reinforces my fears.

Now I stop feeling and wide eyed I see reality.

I no longer can deny my desire.

Push me when I protest, only if it pleases you.

Hold me so tenderly, use me as I need you to.

In my utopia, oh I crave this dystopia.

And I ran out here to find myself. To have a little conversation with that God you're always talking to. And I got myself spun around, and I'm lost and it's getting dark. He's not coming down here to help me, nor tell me what I need to know.

And I'm gonna die out here in these fuckin' woods.

And I'm gonna die out here in these fuckin' woods.

And I'm gonna die out here in these fuckin' woods.

And I'm gonna die out here in these fuckin' woods.

And I'm gonna die out here in these fuckin' woods.

And I'm gonna die out here in these fuckin' woods.