My Sweetheart, the Whore - Name

She’s the devil with amazing breasts

He’s a dreamer, when he dreams of flawless escape

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

I’m trying to help you

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…