I was the prostitute with matted hair and bitter apple breath
I was the pervert with a nervous twitch in search of a little death
I was need
I was born
I was greed
I was scorn
I was the prostitute with matted hair and bitter apple breath
I was the pervert with a nervous twitch in search of a little death
I was in a well of wealth and bad behaviors
Crushed between the smells of masturbating saviours
I was need
I was born
I was greed
I was scorn
I was the light in your mouth
I was your shame in the south
I welcomed you in with ill repute and ill fitting skin
I was in a well of wealth and bad behaviors
Crushed between the smells of masturbating saviours
I was need
I was born
I was greed
I was scorn
I was the prostitute with matted hair and bitter apple breath