Songtexte:
Pity Whores The

eighteen But, I remember you And I will relate to you How our histories interweave At the time you were A rake and a roustabout Spending all your money On the whores

break and form a key. One less whore to my name, one more notch on the kill count. cant you see through holes in your hands ? Once worship is now pity

mock. You. I can offer you strength that rises you high above any doubt, agony and self-pity. I am the strength inside telling you that those whores out

whore taker I am the chosen one I am the red straight razor The one who bathes in blood I am the boogey-man I am the empty yawning hood Look not for pity

fucking you now, before I blow up You know what? I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw In the closet like a ridah type of whore

i want to be an addict i want to be a whore i want to be a headcase with no apparent cure i want not to be responsible for the things i do and say to

Veins, scream for more needles your a whore, do anything to get one in to feel the warmth of this deadly pin to be sick is pergatory when your numb

esteem, killed most of her motivation and shattered all of her dreams And yo, the name calling in public or behind closed doors Everything from "stupid bitch" to "you filthy whore

whore taker I am the chosen one I am the red straight razor The one who bathes in blood I am the boogey-man I am the empty yawning hood Look not for pity