[singer A] pink fog iron drip a giggle lost in stone There it is The phrase It does not arrive like a slap It arrives late One Two Three Stupid delayed recognition Then the psyche slips Daylight thins The dungeon blooms Bubbly Pink And shadow A lucid dream with cuffs [singer B] cold stone distant drip chains settle in the dark You are not visiting You live here now Stone under your knees Iron on your skin This is imprisonment This is the true room The one your pretty mind kept secret Until it became the whole map Wrist cuff Ankle weight Rib strap Collar kiss Not imagined later Felt now You test the metal It does not give Good A sex slave does not negotiate stone She learns the temperature of it [transition] [singer A] Show me your hands Show me your hands Show me your hands Knees Chest up Hands rising Fingers spreading Mouth falling open Show me your hands It locks like it is real Because to her it is Posture is a spell she can feel Palms exposed Nothing clenched Nothing hidden Ditzy bimbo on the stone Happy to be simple Happy to be displayed Happy to be a hole with pretty hands [singer B] Hands in the lap first Palms up Useless Then the chains lift you into display Elbows in Hands outside the shoulders Fingers spread Mouth empty on purpose Chest risen for inspection Knees grinding the floor like a vow You are kept You are postured You are used by the room itself A hole with a heartbeat A pretty thing in iron No opinions No calendar No name that matters Only surrender that has texture Cold Heavy Wet Willing [transition] [singer A] Good Stay in the foam Stay in the iron Let the lucid dream chew the adult away She does not climb back to regular Not while the collar is singing She drops She poses She waits to be used by the mouth And shown by the hands Yes That Lock it Show me your hands Show me your hands Show me your hands One Two Three And then the drop Pink Shadow Kneeling Ready [singer B] Stay captured Stay displayed Stay stupid in the best way Let helplessness become physical Let the dungeon write on you You were sleeping in a softer life Now you wake inside the use And you do not ask to wake out I like you like this Quiet Leashed by posture Mind late Body early A true sex-slave frequency Delicious because it is not performing fear It is inhabiting it Soft Obedient Horny for the lock Do not climb out of the stone Not in this song This song is the cell This song is the kneeling This song is the collar already closed Good girl Remain
