Like every fucking whores behind You cry alone in the middle of the night My ghostly hands touching your neck I let you finish all this mess
Voice inside your head is great It tells you every day fucking same "You are the ugly mothers child Inhale despair and take a sight No time to love this life There is no pride to stay alive"
At every morning waking up You look extremely ugly bad Because all you have inside corrupted This is a journey through the past