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 [bad word] into your home
Do you think it would haunt my soul & no one could condone?
Would my actions faulter? Would my conscience [bad word] 
Would I get more pleasure with my bare hands or a tool?

Tell me something
 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 
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