Prostitution

There are pathetic clouds frozen in my soul,
There is a harmless fault, tearing me apart,
And do you think I am blind? I can see that you hide,
Oh I know this disguise – the truth that’s inside the lie,

And when the thoughts kick in,
Know you confessed your sins,
No, I won’t look at myself,
Feeling that my truth has failed,

Christ I feel so old,
Feeling your tongue so cold,
And I don’t know is it rain,
Too weak to take the pain,

And all I got is ink,
To ease the faint I think,
I’ ve got my mind full of words,
Things I’ve already heard,

The big blackboard inside,
Confusion,
I sing im ready for my prostitution

Prostitution

There are apathic clouds frozen in my soul,
There is a harmless fault, tearin me apart,
And do you think i am blind? I can see that you hide,
Oh I know this disguise – the truth that’s inside the lie,

I sing I’m ready for my prositution,
Will you dare to touch my prostitution

I sing I’m ready for my prostitution,
Will you dare to fuck my prostitution