I though my bones were out But they weren't But they weren't But they were not I thought my bones were actually out And they were And they were And they actually were Sonnets to Whom is there to punish me Please I know, it bothered me maybe everytime What is it there to punish Is it a black marble or the arm that pushes everything to far? I though my bones were out But they weren't But they weren't But they were not I thought my bones were actually out And they were And they were And they actually were Sonnets to Whom is there to punish me Please I know, it bothered me maybe everytime What is it there to punish Is it a black marble or the arm that pushes everything to far? I love you, punisher You should stop