Eldest 11 - Prostitue lyrics

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

Prostituteyou stole my dreams away
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did Ilet 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 owncrushed

Prostituteyou stole my dreams away
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did Ilet you make me feel this way?
Prostituteyou stole my dreams away
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did Ilet you make me feel this way?

Gold diggerput the gun in your mouth!
Gold diggeri'm a junkie from
Walking on burning ground!
Gold diggerand I choke from her perfume
Gold diggerharlet! and I feel so abused

I'm sick of living
But I keep lying to myself