The Whip - Every Time I Die

Under the shadow of the whip we bask in the filth, its bliss

Under the shadow of the whip

Lovers they get to be fighters and fighters they get to be lovers

Under the shadow of the whip we bask in the filth, its bliss

Under the shadow of the whip

Takers pretend to be givers, and givers pretend to be takers

Never want

Never want

Everything is yours

We’r gluttons for punishment

Gluttons for punishment

Letting who w are be known

Show yourself to see yourself

How much madness will you learn to accept now?

Guilt is just a way to cope

Guilt is just a way to cope

A power struggle where all that’s lost is one

We’re gluttons for punishment

Gluttons for punishment

Letting who we are be known