Baby, I see you've made yourself all sick again

Didn't I do a good job of pretending?

You're saying that the victim doesn't want it to end

Good. I get to dress up and play the assassin again

It's my favorite

It's got personality

I should have seen this shit coming down the hall

Every night I spent in that bed with you facing the wall

If I could have only once heard you scream

To feel you were alive

Instead of watching you abandoning yourself

Baby you can open your eyes now

And please allow me to present you with a clue

If I inflict the pain

Then baby only I can comfort you

Out of the night we come

And into the night we go

If it starts to hurt you

Then you have to say so