This is my last chance to ask for permission
This condition can't be fixed with a prescription
And don't you love the way it tastes? Humiliation
And don't you know control requires my submission
So now you're just in time to throw out my automatic world
takes non-believers and turns tables around
So now the walls you built, I'll take down your automatic world
makes running easy and turns tables around.
This is your last chance to make a confession
I'll wear you around my neck, you're my possession
Oh how I love the way you taste my obsession
And don't you know control requires your deception
When I'm God damn ready, I'll let myself confess
The more you push it down the more you make a fcking mess
And it's God damn ugly, but I just can't resist
The more you push it down the more you make a fcking mess.
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