The Whip

Under the shadow of the whip
We bask in the filth, its bliss
Under the shadow of the whip
Lovers, they get to be fighters
And fighters they get to be lovers
Under the shadow of the whip
We bask in the filth, its bliss
Under the shadow of the whip
Takers pretend to be givers
And givers pretend to be takers

Never want, never want
Everything is yours

We'rе gluttons for punishment, gluttons for punishment
Letting who wе are be known
Show yourself to see yourself
How much madness will you learn to accept now?

Guilt is just a way to cope
Guilt is just a way to cope
A power struggle where all that's lost is one

We're gluttons for punishment, gluttons for punishment
Letting who we are be known
Show yourself to see yourself
How much madness will you learn to accept now?

Guilt is just a way to cope
Guilt is just a way to cope
A power struggle for the powerless

Lost

Under the whip, there is freedom
Under the whip, there is filth
Under the whip, there is power
Under the whip, there is guilt

The cruelty of tenderness
The cruelty of tenderness
Give all the power to people you count on
And let them wipe you from the earth
The cruelty of tenderness
The cruelty of tenderness
Give all the power to people you count on
And let them wipe you from the earth

Fear is a fetish and I am a masochist
I'm not ashamed of my shame
Now that I gave it a name
I'm not ashamed of my shame
Now that I know its name