Whip

I whip you, whip your soul.
You know it's a moment of power.
The blood that flows, that dries my lust
And rhymes on my greed a house of hate.
And sings to my lust a song of questions,
And paints ballads full of fabulous vengeful blood .
As long as I must forge verses laden with this rage,
as long as you suffer, as long as you suffer...