I woke up with a gun on my head,
A sharp knife to my throat,
His hand wrapped around my neck
As I struggled not to choke.
What do you want? I asked.
He inched closer to my ear,
And then he whispered his reply,
Oh, you know what I want, my dear.
I shook. I trembled.
No, it couldn't be...
Why on earth would he want that?
No, he can never have the key!
I refuse to hand it over.
You will not unlock the gates!
I banished her for a reason.
Forget it, and eat your grapes!
I'm hungry for something else, little lamb.
I'm not craving bread or fruit.
Today I'm in the mood for something else,
And by something else, I mean you.
So give me the keys, little lamb.
Let her out. Let hell break loose!
Set her free. Let her soar.
Let her taste the crimson juice.
I can't, I'll lose control!
So what? Then let it be!
Listen to me and do as I say.
Hand over the golden key.
I know you want it, little lamb.
I know you need it so badly.
But the only way to fulfil your desire
Is to let her out and set her free.
Listen to the sound of the pipe
And obey my every command.
Little lambs need not to think,
Only to follow their master's hand.
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