This is a song by David Hammond.
Standing naked on a post
Your blood runs and you try to catch up
Skin pale as a ghost
Mind tormented by the thought of itFrom the moment you said “Yes, sir, faster”
You raped yourself of your own pride
Caught up in your own disaster
A red hand you attempt to hideBut you can't
No one can
You're bound the moment you undress
And it's sent
You can't repent
From the moment you say “yes”
It's overAnd there's no one to blame but
(You) You can't plead consentual rape
You took the loot but you can't escape
Reality's finally taking shape
And you can't take it backAnd there's no one to blame but
YouBurning at the stake
Of your own desire
The deeds you partake
In to light your fire
Have turned out to make
A rather dire
FateAnd there's no one to blame but
(You) You take all your dreams
That you've awaken
And it suddenly seems
That you've mistaken
Now legions of screams
Have quickly taken
HoldAnd there's no one to blame but
(You) You can't plead consentual rape
You took the loot but you can't escape
Reality's finally taking shape
And you can't take it backAnd there's no one to blame but
YouNo, there's no one to blame but
You