The Circle of (Torture) / Alice

Pain,
Is shallow,
My body,
Is hollow,
It doesn’t matter what you do to me,
Not anymore,
It doesn’t matter how many times you cut,
You don’t hurt me,
Not anymore.

You make me say things,
But love is no longer a word of meaning,
Not anymore.
No words have a meaning,
They’re just made for flattery,
Something else to force me to do,
To punish me when I do wrong,

But I know what’ll happen,
One day you’ll get bored,
I won’t satisfy you,
Not anymore,
You’ll kill me,
I’ll be free,
And you’ll find a replacement,

Restart the cycle,
Over and over.
Every time,
A new Alice,
Every time,
No mercy.
Well, it's no longer me,
So I don't care.