I can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own
If I squeeze real tight I can feel right through your neck & bone
I think I have the right for your sins you know you must atone

I can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own

If I took my vengeance now, if I come into your home

Do you think it would haunt my soul & no one could condone?
Would my actions falter? Would my conscience overrule?
Would I get more pleasure with my bare hands or a tool?


Tell me something


It was my torture & it was your gain
It was your pleasure & it was my pain
Now I'm left out in the cold

At first I bent & then I cracked
While you made plans behind my back
I'm sure you think it was clever


I can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own
If I squeeze real tight I can feel right through your neck & bone

I think I have the right for your sins you know you must atone
I can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own


It was my torture & it was your gain
It was your pleasure & it was my pain
Now I'm left out in the cold

At first I bent & then I cracked
While you made plans behind my back
I'm sure you think it was clever


I can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own
If I squeeze real tight I can feel right through your neck & bone

I think I have the right for your sins you know you must atone
I can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own