behaviorism

In your rituals, power lies in the abuse.

I open my mouth, and you use me.

I open my heart; it's useless

Yet, I'm your muse.


Like an object of your desire.

Whatever you require, my master.

I'm hopeless beneath this fire.


Back in time, 

I fell in love with a psycho at first sight.

A dangerous liaison, pleasure meets pain.

Feelings evolve into chains.


I'll behave as long as you are mine.

I'll behave until I can no longer breathe either stand.

I'll behave with careful fear and dead devotion.

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