Whip and Chain Ministry

Don't wanna hear your voice
Don't really know if I have a choice
Don't wanna be the one that makes you forget

You're choking on regret
You're choking on regret
You're choking on death

Don't think we've ever met
Don't think you offered up a God given name
Who did the talking then, the whip or the chain?
You've got pleasure from the sentence of pain
But then they get you with the burden of shame
The true measure is the one that remains

Don't wanna...don't wanna...
Don't wanna be your cane
Don't wanna be your cane baby
Don't wanna be your cane
Don't wanna be your cane baby
Don't wanna be your cane

In her concrete cell
No soul would dare to tell
She craves to cuff his mind
She makes him give their time
She likes to throw her whip
And make the young boys slip
She loves to see them crawl
Up her chamber wall
And when their eyes are covered
Like a vulture she hovers
You see she finds freedom in restraint
And she seeks her love in hate
And when they scream no more
She gives them just one more
And she gives them just one more
And she gives them just one more