People choking on their own aftershave;
Dressing up the parts they must behave.
Dare not step to the left or to the right,
Lest it be for their lord’s delight.
That dress she wears,
It calls to me.
That scent she bears,
She kicks around the air
Her legs shimmer bare.
These hands clasp together
To prevent thought forever
Their lord destroys their heart
With a fearsome powerful art
They love the pain He brings,
His voice to them it sings
She dances left when lord says right
Her shape laughs he strikes fright
He rapes the world but she,
She is red against the black and white.