Testo Not Safe

Your mind's an engineThat drives a wheelA wheel that burns in the fleshike flesh on hot steelI wanna make you suffer, I wanna make you feelI wanna make you feel so badYou'd even kill yourself to healNo moreNow things have changed nothing remains the sameOnce you were the proud, the gift, the sonOf your father's game. I wanna make you listenTo the words I found to hold your throatAnd see you scream without a sound.No moreYour hands are shakin, I'll make you danceFurther on now, kiss the devil's romanceHate me, love me, I hate you, love..... ?I'll use my hands and transform youInto pieces I will tear youNever had the will to bring you downBut now that I'm strong as youI'd like to beat you to the groundI'm feeling betterAnd wish that you could seeHow I'm doing the same old things you did to me