Beat Boy

She's handcuffed. Ankle cuff. Steel collar tugged to the ceiling, the Scene's appealing. Low red glow on her skin Revealing weird feelings you've been hiding in the Dark of your breathing. You pace slow, eyes trace Where the chain meets the plaster. Heartbeat beating faster. Thought you knew what was sin, what was sacred, But her grin bends all your old chapters. Faith on the floor, shirt on a chair. Your halo's hung by the door. Laugh like a dare. Did you pray for this? Pray, pray, She pulls the chain just a little Bit more. Beat boy, beat boy, hit that perfect beat, Boy. Hit that perfect, Hit that perfect beat, boy. Beat boy, beat boy, hit that perfect beat, Boy. that perfect, Hit that beat, boy. I remember having seen this Mr. Beat some time before. Dressed up as a superhero they used to call Loser Boy. Obviously seems to have the same spleen As Cassandra. He sees and hears what other people Never recognize. I remember having seen this Mr. Beat somewhere before, sitting in the subway to the Point of no return. Obviously he seems to be a rather melancholy person Staring into nowhere trapped in Ingmar Bergman film. Film, film. Beat boy, beat boy, hit that perfect beat, Boy. Hit that perfect, hit that perfect, Hit that perfect beat, boy. Beat boy, beat boy, hit that beat, Hit that Perfect boy. Beat boy, beat boy, hit that Perfect beat, boy. Hit that perfect, perfect, hit perfect beat,