| You feed this disease | |
| which you shelter underneath the stars | |
| and dream of better things rendered helpless | |
| by those wicked charms | |
| But please don't believe when I say | |
| it's hard to breathe | |
| Save me even as you break me | |
| Every time you rape me leave me coming all undone | |
| Praise me, Turn your back and hate me | |
| Every time you waste me, | |
| Keep me underneath your thumb | |
| You bleed on the sheets | |
| Whisper softly how you love the stars | |
| Then plead on your knees | |
| Pledge your promises to do no harm | |
| But please just let me be | |
| I still find it hard to breathe | |
| Save me even as you break me | |
| Every time you make me | |
| Leave me coming all undone | |
| Praise me, Turn your back and hate me | |
| Every time you waste me, | |
| Keep me underneath your thumb | |
| Save me, even as you break me | |
| Every time you rape me | |
| leave me coming all undone | |
| Praise me, Turn your back and hate me | |
| Every time you waste me, | |
| Keep me underneath your thumb | |
| Save me, don't turn your back and break me | |
| Every time you rape me | |
| leave me coming all undone |