Step inside and see your prize, adorned with beauty and sparkling confidence!
The one you didn't think would break under pressure has come back shattered.
Don't play too hard, don't drink too fast or she'll end up shriveled again.
So be sneaky, hidden, leave the lines alone so the audience won't know.

So they can't take the time to read right between them.

After all, no one looks past closed doors.
No one looks at her merciful tears of pain, no one will know, no one will judge.
No one but her, and who will she tell, who will come in and play savior to a worthless broken doll?
She won't know the difference between a thing: she won't leave, she can't.

Shackled in by obligation and curiosity, the girl is mine to preen, to enjoy, to toy.
See how she turns, see how she smiles and cries, how interesting a mind can bend with enough verbal pull.
Hungry for an answer, keep watering darling and maybe you'll get a taste.
Starving for attraction, dance for me and I'll show you a wonderful time.

But remember, remember--you are mine to alter, to twist.
No one else but I hold the reigns around your delicate neck, I carry your leash.
I hold your death in my controlling hands, freedom comes with a cost and I know you:
Never, never will you dare to shell out for the antidote; eternal slavery...who would have thought I would bump into that?