born a cop in uniform in black vinyl gloves
i don’t hate you for your steel-toed boots
or your handcuffs
you are the way you always were
you like your cruel games
but i am not so quick to break
i count my gain in blood & pain
i like it when it hurts like hell
there’s nothing you can do to me
i wouldn’t do to myself
i’ll be bound to you in leather & chains
i’ll be your sister your young bride
your daughter your slave