Lining up

Come...
Smother my every impulse.
Swell my glands; restrain my hands.

Walk me through it,
talk me through it,
push me to it.

Hit me one more time; across the cheek, on the table.
Give me a shot; I'll give you one for free then down it.

Walk me through it,
talk me through it,
push me to it.

We're running this into the ground,
both swinging and beating but still
going down.

Tie me down ring and gleam shine in front of me
then catch it between flash before our eyes to
catch the lie.