The Whip

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're gluttons for punishment Gluttons for punishment Letting who we 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 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 for the powerless Lost Under the whip there is freedom Under the whip there is filth Under the whip there is power Under the whip there is guilt The cruelty of tenderness The cruelty of tenderness Give all the power to people you count on And let them wipe you from the earth The cruelty of tenderness The cruelty of tenderness Give all the power to people you count on and let them wipe you from the earth Fear is a fetish and I am a masochist I'm not ashamed of my shame Now that I gave it a name I'm not ashamed of my shame now that I know it's name