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Screaming just to be heard,
this silence is golden without any words.
You've bound me to my bed,
your voice is calling me in my head.
Chains encircled around my wrists,
makes the blood run down my body to the fingertips.
Hold me down, harder this time,
don't call me a masochist because of this rhyme.
Whip me with that leathery chord,
bite me hard on the lips, I want some more...