My Sweetheart, The Whore

She's the devil with amazing breasts
He's a dreamer, when he dreams of flawless escape
[He's not alone, that seems to be enough]
I am a machine
A shell of what I dream
I am you
Crush us with high heels and coach bags, please...
Fuck my brains out, innocence is out of style...
(Note: this changes the way I dream)
You coward... Waiting, memorizing me
Here: here's the helping hand holding a grudge
Looks like I'm the joke this time
Incoming (worthless) message
[Please stand by]
I'm trying to help you
[Please stand by]
Please stand by, everything's a test
Please stand by, you're a fucking test
Trauma is god
God's hand pushing me away
I'm trying to help you...
You cried out softly, that you "had to feel one soft song to end it all". So, I found the peace in melody...