"It's a question of control How do you discipline a subject that's learned to crave the punishment as much as the reward? Are you ready for something new? Cannot imagine how long I've been waiting every now and again Just to know he's still alive. We'll be studying prison systems of control sure lonely Prison ain't where you learn control You want to control somebody? You want to truly own them heart and soul You talk to a pimp or a priest They'll tell you You want to control somebody You shower him with love You let them go And if they're good if they deserve it Then you give them permission to lick the leather You're preaching to the man who wrote the gospel If you love someone let them go. We'll let you out if you truly Despise them hold them so close. You don't know where they end and you begin You don't ever let them go"