my tear is his smile and my fear is his fun
people wait anxiously to see me being ripped apart
he can do anything to me, since he has no heart.
maybe he has a heart, i do not know
his brain is shallow and his morale so low
he will take his time but he will catch me
i can stay or run, but i must set myself free
i wont resist him, nor will i obey him
to the audience, im his wife, it may seem
i must taste his torture, and i must play his games
these are the simple things i have as my aims
the heroine in me will rise
the day she knows its no longer nice
to be in the hands of a beast with a heart of ice
but this is what it takes for audience to be enticed
it gives them pleasure to see me in such a way
to be at the beast's feet as if he's made my day
i'll do what each of them wants - the beast, the audience and the well-wishers
my silent death will be their ultimate thirst quencher.
