I can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own if I squeeze real tight I can feel right through your neck and bone I think I have the right for your sins you know you must atone I can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own if I took my vengeance now if I came into your home do you think it would haunt my soul and no one could condone? would my actions falter? would my conscience overrule? would I get more pleasure with my bare hands or with a tool? tell me something R: it was my torture and it was your gain it was your pleasure and it was my pain and now I'm left out in the cold at first I bent and then I cracked while you made plans behind my back I'm sure you think it was clever I can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own if I squeeze real tight I can feel right through your neck and bone I think I have the right for your sins you know you must atone I can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own R I can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own if I squeeze real tight I can feel right through your neck and bone I think I have the right for your sins you know you must atone I can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own