Letras
Chains pull on broken wrists
As you find yourself penned in
Still in semi-consciousness
As a cadence seems to begin
So watch out your tethers won't go slack
Or with malice the lashes mark your back
Where there's a whip there is a way
Succumb to the rhythm of our drill
Where there's a whip there is a way
Your whimper won't defy our iron will
Black leather shining bright
A conductor in black gloves
We hold the bridle rein
That's attached to all your cuffs
So watch out your tethers won't go slack
Or with malice the lashes mark your back
Where there's a whip there is a way
Succumb to the rhythm of our drill
Where there's a whip there is a way
Your whimper won't defy our iron will
A first to hit your crooked legs
The next straight to your back
Relentlessly the whip is raining down
With blood coursing from open wounds
It's time to grit your teeth
Your idle glance is turning to a frown
Torment turns to pleasure
As your pulse seems to align
Scars are the measurement
Of the thrashing on your spine
So watch out your tethers won't go slack
Or with malice the lashes mark your back
Where there's a whip there is a way
Succumb to the rhythm of our drill
Where there's a whip there is a way
Your whimper won't defy our iron will
Where there's a whip there is a way
Succumb to the rhythm of our drill
Where there's a whip there is a way
Your whimper won't defy our iron will
Iron will