You say that you’re not just my Master
But that you should be worshiped like a God
Yes please, my love, make my blood boil faster
Scorch the landscape of my brain, do not sod

Keep me locked away in your fantasy
A fever dream that refuses to break
A lucid nightmare to suit your fancy
My heart is cracked open wide from the shakes

Everyone says ego is harmful
Draw my definition with your coarse brush
No more pain, just let me be beautiful
I can’t hurt anyone else with my mess

Talk like your my personal deity
Tonight, know you bleed like me, what pity