Your hands are tied behind your back
A gag resides between your lips
I stand before you holding this ax
You better hope it never slips

You squirm and plead and cry
But who'll hear you in my paradise?
So shush those pretty lips of yours
And wipe those tears from your eyes

If you'd only loved me before
You wouldn't be here now
Whimpering, vulnerable, in pain
About to be slaughtered, like a cow