Brushing my hands across this surface
Never hoping to be close, yet grasping so desperately
This surface is your soul, at my fingertips
Bending and contorting at my will, so sweetly, willingly
It's the return for the agony you caused me

I'm the master, the keeper, your God
Such revenge is all I know, consuming thoughts
Any escape would be unwise and foolish...
Sounds of fear pulsing though your veins
Is the sweet lullaby culling me into pure bliss
Compelling me to penetrate deeper

Finding the center, the source, the key
Clutching my greedy fingers around, vise tight
This key that could shatter your happiness, without me
You brought this on yourself when you hurt me
This wrath I project, thumping to your heartbeats rhythm
My power, your fate, your soul, in my hands