Red marks on your back
Cold sweat on your skin
Chains holding you tight
Pride is in your face
I tied you up in bitter sweet black harmony
I'm writing thousand dramas in this symphony
You looking good to me an angel with no wings
Helpless sweet like you were dedicated to me
I'm painting pictures in your mind
I'm writing chaos in your dreams
I whisper songs into your ear
Don't be scared I take off all your fears
And every night the sun goes down,
I've written a new drama
The symphony has just begun,
The curtain falls into the cave
I'm your master you're my slave
