If I lay down my life at your feet
And begged for a chance to be seen
Would you let me down kindly again?
Or would rigid discipline be a rod
To teach this slave his lesson?
I’m groveling in my own blood
As pathetic as I ever could be,
You’ve made a masochist out of me,
I deserve your disdain, welcome the
Pain, punish me, lady, for these
Thoughts in my head, punish me,
Punish me, punish me dead.