Chained Scorned Madonna

My I scream at your discretion I choose not to compromise the temperamental state of you, paralyzed and terrified are conscience bout to collide you say you liberate me only to dominate me apparently you see no tragedy in the way you treat me. Oh how I yearn to bite the hand that feeds me and one day keep you under lock and key you continue to preach revelation to me to keep me surrendered and vulnerable have you no idea how powerful the desperate can be. You think I'm weak so shall it be a noose for you will set me free when I become belligerent you will see just how precious I choose not to be, you narcissistic imbecile your days will soon be ill the captive will soon be the captain and tear you down how's the view from the ground. Till then I smile in your face yes sir.