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(Kerry King/Tom Araya) Caught Now you're mine I am the master of your whipping time The smile On my lips The look of horror on your face Self Justification Can't rid the sexual fascination Can You deny My face of pleasure, the gleam in my eye CHORUS You're nothing An object of animation A subjective mannequin Beaten into submission Raping again and again Shackled My princess Dangling in distress Here To discipline My sole purpose never ends Bleeding On your knees My satisfaction is what I need The urge To take my fist And violate every orifice CHORUS