Chains pull on broken wrists A you find yourself penned in Still in semi-consciousness As a cadence seems to begin So watch out your tethers won't go slack Or with malice the lashes mark your back Where there's a whip there is a way Succumb to the rhythm of our drill Where there's a whip there is a way Your whimper won't defy our iron will Black leather shining bright A conductor in black gloves We hold the bridle rein That's attached to all your cuffs So watch out your tethers won't go slack Or with malice the lashes mark your back Where there's a whip there is a way Succumb to the rhythm of our drill Where there's a whip there is a way Your whimper won't defy our iron will A first to hit your crooked legs The next straight to your back Relentlessly the whip is raining down With blood coursing from open wounds It's time to grit your teeth Your idle glance is turning to a frown Torment turns to pleasure As your pulse seems to align Scars are the measurement Of the thrashing on your spine So watch out your tethers won't go slack Or with malice the lashes mark your back Where there's a whip there is a way Succumb to the rhythm of our drill Where there's a whip there is a way Your whimper won't defy our iron will Where there's a whip there is a way Succumb to the rhythm of our drill Where there's a whip there is a way Your whimper won't defy our iron will