He will take you in his hands
Fashion you the way he wants
Pluck out your freedom feathers
Truss you in a soup of love.
He will claim it’s love, sing it’s love
Till you are deaf to your soul’s longing
Look into the mirror
Smile, all you see is him.
The leash of love wraps slow
The hold of this choke is gentle
When you die, you may even call life content
He said he’d make you happy, didn’t he?