I would have sailed away 
If I'd known that nothing would change 
Staring out my window sill 
In my wasted prison cell 

And I know what you want 
And I know what you fear 
As I cradle your loving 
And watch you disappear 
 [bad word]  
And I feel your heartbeat 

Pounding in my head 
I like to control you 

'Cause I can't control myself 

Rain, [bad word] my way 
Mold my head 
Like a ball of clay 
Softly wither into 
my grave 
Never to see, the sun again 
 [bad word]  

All alone in a crowd by myself 

So sorry, wish I could find a way 
Back into your hole again 
But I've [bad word] your enemy 
 [bad word]