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I've asked for this, haven't I?
I'd even give you a hand if I had one free.
I could've swore I'd gotten past this
But then I read, "Cursed is everyone hanged on a tree."
You became a curse for me.

And this is how I repay you:
I cripple myself, break my own legs, in the eyes of men.
I actively pursue these knots around my wrists,
Beg for the back of this chair, this sin,
To be bound to me in ropes and chains
And bolted to the floor.

Subject me to Hades' subliminal messages,
Intoxicate these dead emotions.
I never want to feel again
If I can't even trust myself to live.

Is this considered living?
I'm bound so tight, my fingers can't even find your robe
You'll have to do this yourself.
Even with the crowd growing,
They're waiting for your first wrong move,
Will you lift this curse from me?
Will you feel your power leaving for me?

I've never hesitated in the face of restriction,
Will I act the same in the presence of your glory?