Under the Whip - Nocturnal Breed

«Life crawling on broken glass

Whips and claws like sticks and stone

I’ll rip out that screeching coffin-heart

As the bull’s whips are crackin' bone»

Now, flesh will crawl

Each move’s an error

Like an iron claw in a velvet glove

This bitch is terror

Now, I shut you up

Hell knows I’ve tried

She’s got a cruel, cruel way

With those needles and blades

It is time to let a sleeping dog lie (c'mon)

Down and out — Dead and gone

Cold blood — Cold comfort

Un-avenged and unsatisfied

Crawling lizard-like across the folds

You’re — Under the whip

I’ll rid me of you in due course

Nay-saying driveling bitch

All lights out — You’re under the whip

Dust to dust — It is pay-dirt time

Under the whip

Words like bullets — Like sand in my lungs

Bow down — Backs laid bare

Don’t touch — Don’t think — Don’t feel — Don’t speak

Or those whipmasters-nights will flare

(I Say)

In the darkness of her firing-range

End-game — (The) End of the line

Flayed with whips from the devils grip

Hell followed her two steps behind

Now rip it up

Whipped with wire

You scream like scraping iron nails

Higher and higher

Beating on a dead horse

Fem' Jackal — She-killer

Like a double-dealing praying mantis

Only bedlam can thrill her

«I'll never taste the rotten fruits you offer

Crawl from under the whip»