Cautiverio

Maybe it’d be better if you just died
And stop inspiring that cruel pity that must hurt
You’re nothing but a breathing corpse

There was a price to pay
You’re not the same as before
There was a price to pay

It must suck having all that shit in your pants
Especially now that your conscience won’t let you sleep easy in your golden crib
In your golden crib

There was a price to pay
You’re not the same as before
There was a price to pay

Send a postcard from hell
Send a postcard from hell
Send a postcard from hell