William Control - Knife Play

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
She 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