| You crawl across the floor | |
| On your hands and knees | |
| To seek revelation | |
| Little whip | |
| I pull you up | |
| I grab your hair | |
| I give you hope | |
| Little whip | |
| I give the black sun | |
| To sear off your tounge | |
| I gave you a life | |
| Little whip | |
| A come on little whip | |
| A come on little whip | |
| A come on little whip | |
| A come on little whip | |
| I pull you up | |
| I grab your hair | |
| I give you hope | |
| Little whip | |
| I gave you the world you beheld in a dream | |
| I gave you a night cry | |
| Little whip | |
| You lick your wounds | |
| And you come right back | |
| I give you nothing | |
| Little whip | |
| I send the black sun | |
| And eclipse your moon | |
| I steal your hope | |
| Little whip |