Love Hate Relationship, Vol III: Edge Play · Track 11 · middle
The Upper Hand
Sexual Sadism — the pleasure to inflict, shadowed by conscience and regret; dark electronic.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] You lay the tokens on the midnight felt A quiet surrender in the hand you dealt I take the lead, the heavy braided silk And watch the edge your sudden trust is built It's a delicate structure, the way you wait Suspended right beside the garden gate [Chorus] I’ve got the upper hand Guiding the tempo that your pulse demands It’s a beautiful ruin, the edge of the art When I press a little heavier against the dark Every time you gasp, I second-guess the thrill Caught between the mercy and the iron will I hold the velvet of the upper hand And wonder if I'm sinking in the sand [Verse 2] The air inside Room 418 is chilled But there's a sudden fever in the space we filled Waiting for the verdict, waiting for the sign To see exactly how I'll pull the line The color of the consequence is what we chase But the one who holds the gavel has to guard the space [Chorus] I’ve got the upper hand Guiding the tempo that your pulse demands It’s a beautiful ruin, the edge of the art When I press a little heavier against the dark Every time you gasp, I second-guess the thrill Caught between the mercy and the iron will I hold the velvet of the upper hand And wonder if I'm sinking in the sand [Bridge] We walk the high wire, a flawless silhouette Between the sharp desire and the pale regret I want to push you past the painted line Make every shiver, every shadow mine But what if I break the very thing I'm meant to hold? The power burns so fiercely... Then the aftermath runs cold. [Outro] Just one more inch. A tightening band. You're perfectly safe Beneath the upper hand. I'm holding the upper hand.