So I got   On my knees   And started to pray   That he would   Just break down   The door and   Take me away   And chastise me   For my uncouth ways   But while I am   Stuck down here   Salvation will just   Not do it for me      They said I am   Just a bad girl   That they were   Simply punishing me   But I can't help   To love how   Their torture truly   Reaches for places   Deep inside   My cheap desire   To feel enough pain   So the prince   Will come running to my aid      I am supposed to   Feel strong   To humor those   Who are not   Endowed with   The will to   Have their dream   One delusion away      So I will march   With my back   Bowed towards   Heaven hoping   For an angel   To lift me   Off of the   Rail that dares   To make me   Feel like my   Purity has been   Tarnished by a   Few shades of   Innocent sin      Do not call   Me a whore   This is my art   This is my   Self-expression   I refuse to   Live in an   Ivory tower of pity   And false hope   I would much rather   Drown in a pool of my own   Writhing temptation   So that I   Can be buried   Under the feet   Of that which I seek   So that his   Heel will forever   Stand on top   Of my heart   Squeezing my stupidity    And dependence   From my cold veins