| A Whore's Suicide So love is staring me in the face Bright and lit with neon lights 20 bucks an hour 500 for the whole night Dignity torn away And pride ripped into shreds Along with clothes discarded towards the floor And now pinned down to the bed Cold and broken Someone�s token Rich mans pleasure Trophy to be won So death it soon comes knocking Dark and dismal looking down 20 minutes spent cutting for A lifetime spent in the ground Life stolen and stopped And wrists ripped into shreds Along with breath discarded towards the heavens And blood seeping onto the bed Cold and broken Someone�s token Rich mans pleasure Trophy to be won�. |
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