The one thing I hate is the captivate
When they hold you against will in that place
And I fake it til I make it you know
When they’re not looking then I will go
Though they may not see me climbing back
So I can jump to the beating that they lack
And even in the evermore
There is something that I still adore
In the hands of ones that raised me thus
If I didn’t know this, then would I know love
If I didn’t know bondage, would I know the free
So I say thanks for what you did to me