Let the prostitute breathe!

Under the concrete.

Where they can't find a strategy.

And I tell you look at me for awhile...

A Shot caller, Misery!

and it kills me.

The Stars crash down.

Prostitute... You stole my dreams away...

(and the pearls I gave)

Why did I... Let you make me feel this way?

(Should've walked away)

Maybe I could cut your throat,

give you less hope.

In the end we're all afraid.

We float away (make me feel better).

Anemic in a world they say's insecure.

Full of disease...

I'm fighting my own... crushed...

Prostitute... You stole my dreams away...

(and the pearls I gave)

Why did I... Let you make me feel this way?

Prostitute... You stole my dreams away...

(and the pearls I gave)

Why did I... Let you make me feel this way?

Gold digger... Put the gun in your mouth!

Gold digger... I'm a junkie from walking on burning ground!

Gold digger... and I choke from her perfume...

Gold digger... Harlet! and I feel so abused...

I'm sick of living, but I keep lying... to myself...

Prostitute... You stole my dreams away...

(and the pearls I gave)

Why did I... Let you make me feel this way?

Prostitute... You stole my dreams away...

(and the pearls I gave)

Why did I... Let you make me feel this way?