Woorden: Ministry. Whip Or Chain.

Don't wanna hear your voice
Don't really know if I have a choice
Don't wanna be the one that makes you forget

You're choking on regret
You're choking on regret
You're choking again

Don't think we've ever met
Don't think you offered up a God given name
Who did the talking then, the whip or the chain?

You've got pleasure from a sentence of pain
But then they get you with the burden of shame
The true measure is the one that remains

Don't wanna, don't wanna
Don't wanna be your pain
Don't wanna be your pain, baby

Don't wanna be your pain
Don't wanna be your pain, baby
Don't wanna be your pain

In a concrete cell
No soul would dare to tell
She craves to cup his mind
She makes him give them time

She likes to throw a whip
And see the young boy slip
She loves to see him crawl
Up the chamber walls

She ties him up so tight, man
He turns ghost white
And when their eyes are covered
Like a vulture she hovers

He sees she tries to put him in restraint
But she gets her love and hate
When they scream, "No more"
She gives them just one more
She gives them just one more
She gives them just one more

Won't let you kill me just yet
Don't even care if there's a price on my head
Don't wanna wind up in a bloody refrain

Don't wanna be your
Don't wanna be your pain
Don't wanna be your pain, baby
Don't wanna be your pain

Don't wanna be your pain
I said, I don't, don't, don't wanna be your pain, baby
Don't wanna be your pain
I said, I don't, don't, don't wanna be your pain, baby