Knife Play - William Control

She wore the scars her perfect pale skin raised

And now she’s fallen in love and depraved

Her body’s bent and bruised in a voice that praised

I’ve fallen in love with a slave

I’ve fallen in love with a slave

She loves her knife play

And she’s not alone

He loves her knife play

And she’s not alone

Not alone

She felt alive in a prefect world of sin

Now she’s volunteered all of her soul

She felt the blade pressed in

Felt their cold still wind

Her heartbeat control

She’s volunteered all of her soul

She loves her knife play

And she’s not alone

She loves her knife play

And she’s not alone

Not alone

She loves her knife play

And she’s not alone

She’s not alone