On first impressions should have wanted to leave but I waitednSubmission came only to mean hesitatednNobody leaves till you say sonAnd you won't care now when they're gonenHow come it took you so longnHow come it took you so longnnHeel pressin on your pale white skin and you're satednNight pressin down more and more you can taste itnNobody leaves till you say sonAnd you won't care now when they're gonenHow come it took you so longnHow come it took you so longnnAll these queues of empty thoughts to the summitnThe vice that has you in its grip till you become itnNobody leaves till you say sonAnd you won't care now when they're gonenHow come it took you so longnHow come it took you so long