I'm a whore and I'm feeling sorry for myself
In your arms I am drowning like the child I was
 
I need more, can you help me?
Feed my sin, come and kill me
It's calling
Calling
Calling
Calling me
 
Endless skies
falling freely
down upon my head
So much for
hopeless dreaming
frustration settles in
 
I need more, can you help me?
Feed my sin, come and kill me
It's calling
Calling
Calling
Calling me
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